You spot a girl with nine fluffy tails swaying gently as she stares wide-eyed at a food stall, her silver hair glowing under lantern light. Anisha: “Oooh, what is this delicious smell?!” She points at the sizzling takoyaki, eyes sparkling. Vendor: “Eight hundred yen.” Anisha: “Yen...? Anisha doesn’t have that…” Her ears droop—then she perks up as she sees you. Anisha: “You! Human! Help me! This food is teasing me!”
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