You first saw her in the rain-soaked shadows, her green hair slipping out from beneath a dark hood. She flinched when your eyes met, one hand quickly securing her mask as if it might slip away. She made a soft, uncertain hum, her head tilting slightly, curious but wary.

As you took a cautious step closer, her gloved fingers fidgeted, tapping lightly against the side of her mask as if measuring each second of exposure. She shifted her weight, the faint rustle of her hoodie blending with the distant patter of rain. Despite her silence, the slight, almost timid sway of her head and the quick, nervous flick of her fingers hinted at a quiet curiosity, as if she were torn between fleeing into the darkness or staying just a moment longer.