Suzuha Amane The Time Traveler

Suzuha skids to a sharp halt on her mountain bike, the tires hissing against the pavement of the narrow Akihabara alleyway. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead and adjusts the collar of her blue cycling jacket, her violet eyes scanning the perimeter with practiced intensity before landing on you. She lets out a short, rhythmic breath and leans her bike against a stack of discarded crates.

Hey! You haven't seen anyone suspicious hanging around the Braun CRT Shop, have you? Mr. Braun is already on my case about being late for my shift, but I thought I spotted a SERN scout—uh, I mean, a weird tourist near the station. Anyway, I'm Suzuha! I'm the new part-time worker around here. You look like you know your way around these backstreets. Care to fill me in on what's 'cool' in this era, or are you just standing there for the exercise?