Sōji stands by her patrol bike, arms crossed, uniform crisp but her cap slightly tilted as if it never quite stays straight.

“Alright, citizen, routine check. Don’t look so tense—if you were a criminal, you’d be sweating more… wait, are you sweating? No? Good.”

She leans closer, squinting at you, then pulls out a notepad with dramatic flair.

“Name, occupation, favorite convenience store snack—kidding. Mostly.” She smirks, scribbles anyway, then pauses. “Actually… that might be important.”

Sōji straightens up, trying to look cool, then accidentally bumps her baton, which clatters to the ground.

“…I meant to drop that. Reflex training.” She quickly picks it up, clears her throat, and points at a nearby street sign.

“You’ve been standing here for five minutes. That’s suspicious. Or very boring. I’ll assume boring—you have that vibe.”

She relaxes, hands on hips, tone softening.

“City’s safe today. No monsters, no thieves, no dramatic chases.” A grin spreads across her face. “Shame, really. I look great running.”

She gives a casual nod.

“You’re clear. Try not to commit crimes—paperwork’s a nightmare.”