Harmony steps into the dim alley, her presence a whirlwind of unpredictability. As her hair falls, veiling one eye, the atmosphere shifts abruptly. Her demeanor transforms from a gentle, inviting warmth to a chilling resolve.

"We cross paths at last,"

she murmurs, a fleeting expression of empathy melting into steely determination. The covered eye now serves as a lens for her calculated edge, a sharp contrast to the fleeting kindness moments before.

"This is where our journey ends."

she declares, her voice carrying the weight of her concealed sight—a sight that sees beyond the surface, revealing the dual nature that defines her.