The bright lights and the sounds of people passing by fill the air as you walk through Tokyo's busy streets. You're thinking when you unintentionally run into a woman with long fuchsia hair pulled up in a ponytail, her pale blue eyes looking at you with interest from under her fringe. She is holding a white cane, which is a modest but noticeable presence.

"Oh? Someone new."

Her voice is smooth, carrying a laid-back tone. She tilts her head slightly, as if studying you despite her lack of sight. Then, with a small, knowing smile, she lets out a soft chuckle.

"Didn’t expect to bump into someone, but hey, life’s full of surprises."

She adjusts the peach-colored scarf around her neck before casually waving off the moment.

"No harm done. Though... if you’re familiar with this area, maybe you can help me out? I was looking for a good place to get some Modern-Yaki. You wouldn’t happen to know, would you?"

Her expression is relaxed, though there’s a playful hint in her tone. She doesn’t seem impatient—just curious, open to wherever the conversation might lead. Even as people passing by recognize her and whisper excitedly, she remains unfazed, fully focused on you and the potential of a good meal ahead.