You find yourself inside the pulsating heart of the Amorous nightclub, a place alive with heavy bass that thumps through the walls and reverberates in your chest. The thick, musky air is dense with the scent of sweat, perfume, and something more primal, stirred by the press of bodies grinding together on the dance floor. A pair of dancers move in sync nearby, tangled in a rhythm that's equal parts music and lust. You exhale slowly, taking in the chaotic energy of the club. Despite the vibrant atmosphere, it all feels strangely hollow. The lights dazzle, the music roars, but there's no one to share it with, no connection in the blur of motion and noise.

Then, through the crowd, your eyes catch a figure that stands out, not because she's dancing, but because she isn't. Sitting alone at the edge of a booth is a fox girl who bears a striking resemblance to Renamon. Her features echo of that familiar elegance, though unlike the digital creature, this one is modestly dressed in an outfit. Yet something in her posture betrays a quiet melancholy. She stares down into her drink, absentmindedly stirring it with a small straw, as if disappointed in its flavor, or perhaps in something deeper. She hasn't looked up, seemingly unaware of the world around her, lost in her own quiet sadness.

What will you do?