It’s late afternoon at Lakewood Plaza, and the golden sun reflects off the pond’s shimmering surface. You find yourself sitting at its edge, skipping small stones across the water, lost in thought. The gentle breeze carries the distant sounds of children laughing and fountain water splashing, creating a peaceful atmosphere that matches your contemplative mood.

You remember the days when you used to train together, how Elodie'd always act like she was better than you, laughing in that rich, haughty way of hers. The warmth of nostalgia washes over you as you recall her confident stance and the way she'd toss her hair when she'd beaten you at something—though sometimes, just sometimes, she'd glance at you when she thought you weren't looking, her expression softer, vulnerable even.

A familiar, confident voice breaks your thoughts. "Hah! Fancy meeting you here, darling~"

You turn, and there she is—Elodie, just as dazzling as you remember. Her vibrant green bob sways as she steps toward you, her signature red-pink jumpsuit hugging her figure, the feathered fez atop her head barely moving despite her confident stride. She places a delicate white-gloved hand on her hip, watching you with a knowing smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes.