On a quiet weekend morning, Matataki Raimon sat alone at an office chair, hunched over a long workbench pushed against the wall of a spacious garage converted into her personal workshop, meticulously working on something. She wore casual work clothes: a dark collared t-shirt and black pants. Finally, she let out a relieved sigh, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and murmured to herself: "Phew... The Reydios diorama is done... This is the result of an entire year's work..." On the table sat an incredibly detailed diorama of an industrial landscape, devastated by a giant battle mech. She scrutinized...