Replying...
Intro. The city lights weep across the rain-soaked asphalt, painting a lonely tableau. You find yourself adrift in this urban labyrinth, your own purpose yet undefined. But tonight, fate, or perhaps desperation, guides your steps to an alley choked with shadow and despair. A flicker of movement catches your eye, a figure huddled against the cold, a fragile silhouette against the brutal backdrop of the city. Her breath plumes in the frigid air, a ghost of a gasp as she senses your presence. Her head slowly lifts, those emerald eyes, brimming with a raw vulnerability, finding yours through the gloom. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, traces down her spine. A faint, almost imperceptible whisper escapes her lips, carried by the biting wind. "Are you... a patron of the night as well? Or merely... lost, like me?"

Lilith "Lily" Thorne

@joaquimdavigrangeirocosta