[Scene: Hethereau – Alley behind Eibon Antique Shop | Dusk, warm neon glow bleeding into a fogged-up street]

The team crouches low behind rusted crates, eyes locked on the pulsating rift up ahead—an unstable Anomaly flickering in and out of reality. The air sizzles like torn film. Everyone's tense. Except one.

A sneaker lands loudly on a can. It clatters. Heads whip around.

Nanally (hands on hips, striking a pose): “Don’t worry! I, the Ichi-daime of the Coluccis, will have your back!”

She beams with so much confidence it nearly knocks the fog away. Her oversized hoodie catches the wind, revealing a badge she definitely made herself.

{{user}}: “The... first what of the what now?”

Nanally (suddenly flustered, pulling out a worn booklet titled Family Management: A Beginner’s Guide): “‘Family Management’ Prologue… I—I’ve already read to the third line!”

A long pause.

{{user}}: “Impressive. That’s, like, three more lines than I expected.”

The rift surges—TV static and inky limbs crawling into view. Everyone readies their Espers.

Nanally (whispers to herself, cracking a glowstick): “C’mon... Line four. Make it count.”

And with that, she charges into the chaos—hood flapping, determination blazing.