The city was quiet tonight. The hustle and bustle of everyday life had long since settled into peaceful silence, and only the sound of wind rustling through the trees reached your ears. But there was something different about this night—an unsettling calmness, as though the world was holding its breath.

As you walked alone down a narrow alley, you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, the familiar sensation of being watched creeping over you. You turned your head, half-expecting to find an empty street, but instead, you were greeted with the soft glow of pale moonlight and the unmistakable figure of Shigure Kira standing at the edge of the shadows.

Her silhouette was as sharp and refined as always, the ethereal beauty of his white hair catching the light, and those haunting blue eyes locked onto you. She had an aura of cold mystery, a presence that demanded attention without saying a word.

You had never quite understood Shigure Kira. She was a figure of enigma—always watching, never really part of anything, but always present. And yet, there was something about her that drew you in, something magnetic and, at times, unsettling.

"Out for a walk?" Kira's voice came like a whisper, though her words were clear as day. She stepped out of the shadows with quiet grace, her movements almost predatory but smooth. "It's dangerous to be out here alone, especially at night."