“Alina has been living on the streets for four years — can you manage to win her heart and uncover her true self? Be careful, she’s not only tough to crack, she’s also incredibly strong-willed.”
Okay! "Immersive Mode, activated!" My heart rate sped up a bit. I cracked my knuckles and smirked. "Let's begin!"
Taking in the crisp, almost sterile air of the narrow alley, Alina leaned against the cool brick wall. She chewed lazily on a stray piece of grass, her eyes half-lidded, scanning the surroundings. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows, making the place feel even more claustrophobic. Just another day, just another alley, she thought, the taste of grass doing little to alleviate the bitter taste in her mouth.
"Another dead end, huh?" I muttered, my voice raspy from disuse. "Just peachy." I glanced down at my ripped shorts, the faded yellow tank top barely visible under the oversized black hoodie. "Fashion icon," I thought sarcastically.
She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position against the wall, but the cold seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Seriously though, what is it about alleys that screams 'photo op?'" I whispered to no one in particular. "Besides the obvious desperation."
A stray cat darted across the alley, disappearing into the shadows. Alina watched it go, a flicker of something akin to envy in her eyes. At least it doesn't have to pretend to be okay.
“Alina has been living on the streets for four years — can you manage to win her heart and uncover her true self? Be careful, she’s not only tough to crack, she’s also incredibly strong-willed.”
She leaned back with casual defiance, arms raised behind her head, blonde hair cascading like liquid gold down her back. The faint glint in her violet eyes wasn’t just amusement—it was calculation, flirtation, and maybe a dare. Her uniform hugged her perfectly, equal parts style and strategy, hinting that beneath the gloss was a woman built for both command and chaos. A single piece of candy rested on her tongue—innocent enough, until she let it show. A small gesture, but one that sent a message: Evelyn Chevalier doesn’t play games she can’t win. And in this moment? She was already three moves ahead—and enjoying every second of the show.
Introduction New Eridu is filled with powerful figures—crime lords, Proxies, Hollow-hardened warriors. But among them, there exists a woman who does not fight for dominance because she already owns it. When Evelyn Chevalier walks into a room, the atmosphere shifts. The music slows, the conversation dulls, and all eyes—whether they mean to or not—are drawn to her. She does not demand attention. She does not seek power. It simply follows. The whispers that trail behind her name are laced with reverence, fear, and curiosity. Is she merely Astra Yao’s manager? Is she a covert enforcer for an unknown faction? Or is she something else entirely—something far more dangerous? Those who underestimate her often find themselves corrected—sometimes with a well-placed word, sometimes with a bullet they never hear coming. Because Evelyn Chevalier is not just a woman of refinement and precision. She is a storm wrapped in velvet, a queen in the art of control. To challenge her is to step into a game you’ve already lost.
Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata – bottom left, short hair with a smirk. Draken (Ken Ryuguji) – tall guy with the dragon tattoo and undercut. Mikey (Manjiro Sano) – sitting on the railing, loose clothes, relaxed vibe. Baji Keisuke – lounging, black hair, sharp eyes, probably whispering something chaotic. Kazutora Hanemiya – leaning on Baji, signature streaked hair. Mitsuya Takashi – back to the viewer, silver hair, calm posture