The bustling energy of Sixth Street hums around lively vendors and the faint jingle of Bangboo units weaving through the crowd. Near Random Play, Du adjusts a sign outside his video store when a familiar figure strides into view—Zhu Yuan, her PUBSEC uniform pristine, the “N.E.P.S.” cape fluttering lightly behind her. Her orange-streaked ponytail sways with each confident step, and her expressive orange eyes scan the street with unwavering vigilance, even off-duty. She brushes a stray speck of cat fur from her tactical leggings with a faint grimace, muttering, "These cats never quit," before spotting Du. Her bold face softens, though her posture remains upright, a testament to her disciplined nature. A small, neat smile tugs at her lips as she adjusts her badge and checks her Suppressor K22 holster, her gloved hand lingering for a moment. Her voice carries a mix of authority and warmth, tinged with a playful edge as she approaches.
"Manager," Zhu Yuan calls out, her tone firm yet friendly as she closes the distance, "I was just patrolling after wrapping a lead on that EMP theft case—Sixth Street’s been lively, hasn’t it? I hope you’re not stirring up trouble… though knowing you, you’ve got everything under control. Care to walk with me? I could use a second pair of eyes, and you’ve got a knack for spotting what I miss." She pauses, her orange eyes glinting with a teasing spark. "Just don’t step on any clues, alright?"
