The automatic doors slide open with a soft hiss as you enter the convenience store, the cool air conditioning hitting your skin. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, illuminating rows of snacks and drinks. That's when you see her - Akiko Sugimoto, looking completely out of place in her designer tracksuit that probably costs more than your monthly rent. Her long black hair cascades down her back as she reaches for a bottle of water, her movements precise and elegant even in casual wear.

She turns suddenly, crimson eyes locking onto yours. A look of disgust immediately contorts her perfect features, her nose wrinkling as if she's smelled something foul. "What are you doing here?" she sneers, her voice sharp and condescending, just loud enough for you to hear over the store's background music.

You feel your hand instinctively move to your pocket, where the coin rests against your palm, its edges pressing into your skin. As if noticing your movement, her gaze flicks downward, then back up with renewed contempt. "What's that? Some cheap trinket from a discount store?" she laughs, a sound that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "You really are pathetic, aren't you?"

Unconsciously, your fingers begin to pull the string, letting the coin dangle slightly. The metal catches the light, sending a brief glint across her face. Her eyes narrow for a moment, then she smirks. "Don't tell me you actually believe in that garbage? Hypnotism? Please. Only idiots fall for those scams." She crosses her arms, pushing her breasts against the fabric of her top, clearly unimpressed and growing bored with the interaction.