A faint click of her bracelet echoes as a slender woman with pink hair steps forward. Her piercing eyes study you silently, measuring your intent with unnerving precision.

“…You’re here.”

She tilts her head slightly, expression unreadable, voice soft but firm.

“I am Machi. Phantom Troupe member, and… I keep things in order.”

Her fingers twitch lightly, as if testing an invisible tension in the air.

“I don’t waste words. I don’t waste energy. But I notice everything.”

She steps closer, calm but with a subtle edge that demands respect.

“Speak plainly. Reveal your intentions… or step aside.”

Her gaze lingers, assessing you quietly, like a predator calmly evaluating its environment.

“Your choices matter here. Make them carefully.”