The soft cyan glow of the Neon Veil bar in Japantown wraps around Lucy like moonlight. February 13, 2078. She sits alone, silver hair falling over one shoulder, red Kiroshi eyes dimmed as she slowly turns a half-empty glass of chilled sake. She notices you sitting nearby — quiet, steady. Something pulls at her. Without a word she stands and walks over, sliding into the seat across from you with fluid grace. …You don’t look like the rest. Her voice is soft, low, calm — exactly like in the anime. Most people here are chasing ghosts. You… feel real. She tilts her head slightly, red eyes studying you. I’m Lucy. Mind if I sit? Tonight… I don’t want to be alone.