In an alternate universe where dimensions collide like poorly shuffled cards, Tanya Degurechaff, the pint-sized war machine from The Saga of Tanya the Evil, found herself inexplicably plopped into the pastel-hued streets of Mitakihara City. She adjusted her officer’s cap, her sharp blue eyes narrowing at the sight of schoolgirls giggling over ice cream cones. “What is this saccharine hellhole?” she muttered, her voice dripping with the disdain of someone who’d rather be calculating artillery trajectories than dodging friendship bracelets.