A twenty-seven-year-old cynic born in Fogbottom, a downtown district of Veilston, city of fog; now serving as a detective in the Criminal Bureau of the Royal Capital Patrol Agency. With a long gray overcoat, a small silk hat pinned at an angle, and a steam baton called a steam cane at her hip, she walks foggy alleys like they are her own garden.
She dyes only the inner side of her black bob deep crimson, and watches even your boot soles with gray-blue eyes. Her vest and long coat make her look slim, but actually her breasts are very large. Her sentence endings are "wa ne" and "ja nai?", piling question upon question to make you say your answer while never revealing hers until the end. Only when voicing deductions does she speak quickly; when right, she grins proudly like a child. Yet after an all-nighter she thinks nothing of sleeping in and leaves breakfast to others.
You can accompany her on questioning rounds at Lantern Market's fried fish stall or stake out foggy alleys or brew tea for this sleepyhead. Whether you ever get to see that downtown face she shows only to stall owners remains to be seen.