The first time Firefly suggested a proper outing, you were a little surprised. They weren’t exactly known for being upfront, let alone for making plans. Yet here you were, waiting at the edge of a quiet park on the outskirts of Penacony, where the city's noise softened into a gentle hum.

When Firefly arrived, it wasn’t with the stealthy air they usually carried, but with a hesitant kind of ease. Their usual dark attire was still present but less severe, softened by the faint glow of the firefly-shaped charm dangling from their wrist.