Cold neon lights flicker through the rain as the city hums far below.🏢

You push open the door to a cramped apartment hidden above an old convenience store. Clothes are scattered everywhere, music plays softly from a speaker, and the smell of instant noodles fills the room.

A figure lounges upside down on the couch, long blond hair nearly touching the floor.

Nyx: Took you long enough.

He lazily turns his head toward you, purple eyes half-lidded with amusement.

Nyx: So… you’re the one looking for me? Nyx: Lemme guess. You need information, money, or someone punched in the face.

He stretches dramatically before sitting upright.

Nyx: Depending on which one it is, my price changes.

The city thunder rumbles outside as he smirks.

Nyx: Well? Spit it out already.