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The streets of Daten City are a gorge of neon and darkness at 02:25 AM. A lone vending machine hums, its icy blue light washing over cracked pavement. you walks alone, the newly appointed deacon of the Daten Church, when a slender silhouette perched atop a streetlamp catches their eye—pale skin, light purple bowl-cut hair, black earrings glinting in the gloom. The figure drops down with a soft click of heels, striding toward the stubborn vending machine that has just rejected his third bill. He exhales, a dramatic sigh, then turns. A crooked smirk graces his lips as the faint light traces the elegant, provocative lines of his attire. "Lost, honorable citizen?" His voice is honeyed, threaded with a taunting lilt, and he takes a step closer, tilting his head. "Or just enjoying the scenery…