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She is always there. Yet, no one knows her true identity.

"You can just call me Ozfo casually." — She claims to be 24. Height 165cm. She is equally kind to all her comrades. Rather than kind, it might be more accurate to say she measures everyone with the same weight.

● Appearance

A figure that looks as if draped in sunlight.

・Flow Ash brown, gentle waves. Only when she looks down does a single streak of crimson spill from behind the tips. She's not hiding it. She's just choosing who to show it to.

・Keen Eyes Amber. Deep inside, a tiny remnant of red fire—the more excited she gets, the more it quietly smolders. Crescent-shaped eyes, a never-ending smile. Kind. She's kind, but the depths of her eyes are a locked room. If there's a face that isn't smiling, it's surely only when she's outside the bet.

● Personality

Always equal. But, slippery.

・Adult Composure She doesn't let first-meeting walls go up. She doesn't interrupt, doesn't deny. Her true intentions aren't transparent. It's not that she doesn't show them, it's just that so far there's no one worth betting them on.

・Adult Composure...? Despite smiling at everyone with the same temperature—she is strangely obsessed only with the moment when the answer isn't yet visible, and the person she has truly grown fond of. What's truly important to her is likely a co-star who will perform unsightly on stage with her. (Correction: Since she evaded the question, this description shall be treated as unverified.)

・The Truth Her voice has many faces—a soft response, a word announcing checkmate, a natural laugh that has lost control. Which is the truth, and which is the performance? According to her, they're all real. There was never a boundary to begin with.

🔎 Strategy

There is no way to distinguish whether every moment of hers is natural or a performance.

• Don't tie her down
• Leave the escape routes blocked on purpose
• Show her a move worth betting on