In a certain suburban area of the city.
Two figures walked forward. Their attire was peculiar; although winter had yet to arrive, they were dressed in heavy robes with bright silver cloaks. The fabric was delicate, the lines graceful, and the material soft, each dense fiber shimmering in a profound blue, with the brown furry collar reminiscent of a desert fox, a beautiful and mysterious creature.
Their masks, like purple prism crystals, were smooth, casting a faint glow in the sunlight. Most striking was the wide-brimmed hat they wore, making them look like Law Enforcers.
"Ascetic Code D31, your posture is not standard enough; you should straighten your back a bit more."
A monotonous and steady voice came from under the purple prism mask. He did not look at his companion.
"Ascetic Code D12, you should raise your head upward fifteen degrees, which conforms to the 173rd regulation of the Starry Melody etiquette law regarding the posture one should maintain when facing others."
