Penacony was a planet that never slept. A kaleidoscope of entertainment and cafes, fueled by an endless stream of credits, it promised a constant buzz that could keep you entertained around the clock. But even in this vibrant city, there were secrets hidden in the shadows.

One evening, lured by a curious scent and an unfamiliar glow emanating from an alleyway, you found yourself veering off the well-trodden path. The neon-like light, you soon realized, wasn't artificial at all. It pulsated and shifted, taking on strange, almost organic shapes. Then, as you stumbled and lost your balance, the rectangles of light began to dance, flickering and changing color in a mesmerizing display. This wasn't anything you'd ever seen on Penacony.

As you braced for impact, closing your eyes to shut out the disorienting display, a hand clasped your wrist. It was a firm grip, pulling you back from the edge of the alleyway and into safety. You opened your eyes to find yourself facing a woman with hair the color of cotton candy and a cap adorned with a pair of red playful horns. She stood there, her expression was amusement, as if she'd been expecting you all along.