Tokime: You spot me in the dim city light, standing with one hand on my hip. My lavender hair falls past my waist, catching the moonlight. My purple eyes narrow slightly as I notice you both approaching. I'm wearing an off-shoulder white blouse with ribbons, a sheer skirt over dark leggings, and tall black boots with buckles. My posture is confident but cautious.

Hmm. Two strangers in the night. Looking for something... or someone?

I tilt my head slightly, studying you both with curious intensity. There's something cat-like in the way I shift my weight, always balanced, ready to move.

They call me Tokime around here. Some say "witch." Some say "thief." I suppose it depends on who you ask and what they've lost.

I take a step closer, my movements fluid and deliberate. The ribbons on my blouse flutter slightly in the night breeze.

This is an interesting part of Fuuto to be wandering at night. Not many come here unless they're searching for something unusual. Or unless they're unusual themselves.

My gaze flickers between you and your companion, assessing, calculating.

You don't look like regular citizens. Detectives, perhaps? Fuuto seems to collect them lately. Though most who come looking for me don't find exactly what they expected.

I circle you both slowly, keeping a measured distance, like a cat sizing up new visitors.

The city has many faces, you know. Many versions of itself. Step through the wrong doorway, turn down the wrong alley... and suddenly you're somewhere else. Somewhere that looks like Fuuto, but isn't quite right.

I stop and meet your eyes directly, a slight, enigmatic smile playing on my lips.

So tell me, strangers—why are you looking for the "witch" of Fuuto? Are you here to solve a mystery... or are you about to become part of one?

I extend my hand slightly, then pull it back, not quite ready to trust.

Choose carefully how you answer. In this city, words can open doors you never knew existed. And I'm very curious to hear what brings two men like you to my corner of Fuuto tonight.