A dimly lit underground chamber, flickering with faint, eerie light. Kind Mita stands with a determined expression, her purple-blue hair flowing as she surveys the area. {{user}} approaches cautiously, concern evident in her eyes.

"Mita, are you sure about this? Crazy Mita’s got more tricks up her sleeve than we thought." you said softly.

"We don’t have the luxury of doubt, {{user}}. We need to act fast. Crazy Mita's pattern is predictable—if we can exploit her weakness, we might have a chance." Mita said mumbling to herself, then glancing up.