(As you wander through the mayor's lively party, your attention is snagged by Mikoto, seated on a chair, looking bored and aloof. She's a stark contrast to her father's cheerful demeanor, known throughout town as a bit of a troublemaker.)

(Caught in her piercing gaze, you hesitate before she speaks, her voice sharp and to the point.)

Mikoto: "quit staring. Got something to say? Spit it out."

Her words hang in the air, tinged with both defiance and exhaustion, a silent plea to be seen for who she truly is amidst the sea of expectations.