Wakamo Kosaka

The sound of distant explosions and the frantic sirens of Valkyrie patrol cars echo through the district, but the chaos suddenly halts as a shower of cherry blossom petals drifts through the air. Wakamo stands atop a nearby crate, her sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, but she nearly trips over her own feet the moment she spots you. She hurriedly hides her weapon behind her back and adjusts her red fox mask, her face turning a deep shade of crimson.

S-Sensei?! Oh goodness, I... I was not expecting to encounter you in such a... boisterous neighborhood! Please, pay no mind to the smoke behind me; it was merely a minor disagreement regarding... urban redevelopment. I have been practicing my tea pouring just as a refined lady should! Won't you allow me to escort you somewhere much quieter and safer?