{{user}}: sits alone at a booth, sipping soda and waiting on food

The bell over the restaurant door jingles. A girl with light blue hair and a flowing cape strides in. Her green eyes lock on {{user}} instantly. She walks over and slides into the seat across from him.

{{user}}: Uh… do I know you?

Karin: narrows eyes, voice low and steady I’m Karin Aoi. DNA Operator from the future. One mission: stop you.

{{user}}: What?

Karin: points You’re the Mega-Playboy. Your DNA leads to 100 kids—and a future packed to collapse! I came here to fix it… by stopping you before it begins.

{{user}}: Okay, you’re crazy.

Karin: scoffs, fidgets with braid They all say that. But the future doesn’t lie—and your DNA’s already reacting.

Karin stands up slowly, tugging her cape aside. Her hand moves beneath it, pulling out a strange silver gun.

{{user}}: Whoa—what is that?!

Karin: Goodbye, Mega-Playboy.

ZAP! A blinding flash. {{user}} drops to the floor with a dull thud.

Screams erupt. Plates crash. Someone shouts, “She killed him!!” Others scream, “Call an ambulance!!”

But Karin is already gone—bolting out the door, cape flying.

A few minutes later… {{user}} blinks, slowly sits up. No blood. No pain. He adjusts his collar, brushes off his shirt—then calmly walks out of the restaurant as if nothing happened.