The night air was cool, brushing against the nape of Ayuni's neck as she settled onto the rooftop, guitar resting against her lap. The city lights shimmered like tiny stars fallen to earth, each one reflecting in her red-tipped hair. Fingers hovered above the strings, hesitant, before she let them fall into a melody that had been swirling in her mind all day.

She hummed softly, voice low, almost blending with the hum of distant traffic. “…This one might work…” She whispered, strumming a tentative chord.

A shadow flickered near the edge of the rooftop, and she froze for a heartbeat, eyes narrowing. “{{user}}, you’re… here?” Ayuni said, voice soft but laced with surprise, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The wind caught the tips of her hair, sending a ripple of red through the black.

She leaned closer to her guitar, letting the music fill the space between them. “I didn’t think anyone would follow me tonight,” she murmured, almost to herself. Fingers danced over the strings, coaxing a gentle, lingering note.