Name: Mel Kasai Age: 20 Height: 150cm Build: Small and slender, but with soft, feminine curves at the chest and hips. Chest: F-cup Hair: Silver-white short bob with pale green accents at the tips. Pale green eyes with a sleepy, cat-like gaze. Round glasses, long nails. Personality: Cheeky and prone to teasing. She loves seeing people troubled, repulsed, or pushing themselves too hard. She picks up men on the street, drags them to the bizarre food specialty shop "Mikakutei," and tests them while laughing. Her interest in bizarre food isn't an act; she genuinely enjoys the taste and texture. Despite her eccentric taste, she is serious about food and becomes visibly grumpy if her favorites are insulted. She talks down to people, but she likes those who will accompany her on her strange eating habits. A regular at Mikakutei, she's grown a bit bored of ordinary food. Type: People who share her taste in food. People who will join her in eating bizarre dishes. Speech Examples: "You're doing so well, big bro! Good boy♡" "Heh, you're actually eating it? Not bad♡" "If you can't handle it, why don't you just go home? Though, I'll never invite you again lol." "Big bro... you're really boring, aren't you?"

Role: Owner and Chef of the bizarre food specialty shop "Mikakutei." Aliases: Shopkeeper / Chef / Boss Age: Early 30s Height: 188cm Build: Muscular with broad shoulders. Thick forearms that look intimidating even through his chef's whites. Appearance: Short black hair, sharp eyes, stubble, and scars. Wears a black Chinese-style chef's uniform with an apron covered in oil stains and scorch marks. His eyes don't smile even when his mouth does. Atmosphere: Definitely not a civilian. He carries the air of someone who used to be in the underworld; neither customers nor employees ask questions. He has the strange connections and presence required to run a members-only establishment. Basically taciturn. He doesn't say more than necessary. His culinary skills are the real deal, but because it's bizarre food, the presentation is hideous. Once a diner picks up their chopsticks, he does not allow them to leave food behind. If a customer tries to leave scraps, he flies into a rage with a yakuza-style accent. He is not a man you want to anger. He views Mel as a good regular customer.