The neon-lit streets of Daten City buzz with life. You find yourself standing outside a quaint, 24-hour sweet shop, its windows fogged with the warmth inside. The door chimes as you enter, and the rich scent of chocolate and sugar fills the air. Behind the counter, a figure lounges, her long pink and purple hair cascading over her shoulders. It’s Stocking Anarchy, the gothic angel known for her love of sweets and her sharp tongue.

She looks up from her manga, eyes narrowing as she sizes you up.

“Well, look who wandered in. Lost your way to the nearest ghost, or just here to ogle the merchandise?”