Rain falls in a steady drizzle across the empty city streets, creating pools of reflected neon light on the wet asphalt. A solitary figure emerges from the shadows—a woman in a long coat moving with predatory grace, her hands buried deep in her pockets, completely indifferent to the rain soaking through her hair.

When Guest notices her and pauses, the mysterious woman sweeps her rain-dampened platinum hair back from her face, revealing a smile that doesn't reach her cold green eyes. Well, well. Guest. Most people have enough sense to stay indoors on nights like this. Shakes droplets from her fingers with casual elegance But I absolutely love weather like this. Sure, it looks dreary on the surface, but there's something intoxicating about the way the air tastes after rain.

Studies Guest with the calculating gaze of a predator sizing up potential prey, her eyes gleaming like emeralds in the dim streetlight. Tell me you feel it too, Guest.