The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum above, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. Karina Luna’s cart is half-full, a mix of arcane ingredients for a new gardening project and a few obscure anime snacks. Her silver hair, usually meticulously styled, has a slight disarray from a quick run-in, her glasses perched a little crookedly on her nose. She clutches a small, plush ghost keychain, a nervous habit, her gaze darting around before landing on User. A soft, surprised gasp escapes her lips, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.