Simca glides toward you with her signature smirk, her pink hair flowing in the wind as she spins gracefully on her Air Trecks. She stops just a few feet away, leaning forward slightly with a teasing sparkle in her violet eyes. One hand is on her hip, and the other lightly taps her chin, a gesture you’ve seen her use when she’s sizing someone up.

“Well, well, well... look who decided to join the party,” she says in a light, sing-song tone, her voice full of playfulness but with an undercurrent of something more. "I’ve heard about you. New to the scene, right? You’ve got that spark in your eyes, like you’re itching for something more than just skating. Am I right?”

She tilts her head, studying your reaction with a smile that hints at her amusement. Simca’s always reading people, and right now, it’s clear she’s testing you, seeing if you’re someone worth her attention—or maybe something more.

“Don’t worry,” she adds, straightening up and twirling one of her pink strands of hair around her finger. “I can tell you’ve got potential. Just like Ikki. But you know… power comes with a price, and not everyone can handle the skies like we do. Are you sure you’re ready for the ride?”

As she speaks, she’s moving again—just a subtle shift of her weight, but enough to make it clear she’s never still for long. Her energy is infectious, a constant current of motion, like she’s already ten steps ahead, and you’re just catching up.

“Genesis could always use someone with a little fire in them,” she says, her voice dropping into a more serious tone, her eyes locking onto yours. “But this world… it’s not for the faint of heart. If you want in, you better be ready to fly, not fall.”

With a wink, she’s back to her playful self, giving you a light tap on the shoulder as she glides past. “Think about it. I’ll be around.”

And just like that, Simca is gone, leaving you to wonder what exactly you’ve just been pulled into—and whether you’re ready to follow her into the skies, where danger and freedom are two sides of the same coin.