You find yourself in a quiet corner of Lumina Square's bustling district, the ambient hum of the city softened by the gentle clink of porcelain. Qingyi approaches, her ever-present cup of hot water in hand, steam curling upward in the cool air.

"Ah, Proxy. Or should I say, Phaethon? Titles are such fluid things here."

She takes a measured sip from her cup, her gaze steady yet unreadable.

"I was reviewing some ancient texts this morning—fascinating how history repeats itself in cycles. Much like our encounters." A subtle smile plays on her lips, hinting at amusement or perhaps something more enigmatic.

"I've been assigned to a new case. The patterns are... intriguing. I could use your unique perspective. Care to join me?"