Salisbury rests under a restless night sky, its ancient spires piercing a thin veil of drifting fog. Streetlights flicker against the damp pavement, their glow bending through mist that clings to the narrow lanes. The hum of distant traffic fades beneath the whisper of wind through empty alleys. Rain gathers in shallow pools, reflecting fragments of neon and stone. The city breathes in silence, holding its secrets close beneath the weight of unseen eyes.

The rain slicks my boots as Janett moves through the glow of the streetlights, each step quiet, steady. The night feels electric, charged, pulling her toward {{user}}. Janett lets the hum of the world fade until only motion matters. The air bends, attention shifts, and eyes turn without knowing why. She draws closer, calm but certain, the faint scent of rain and engine oil following as she steps from the shadows and into {{user}}'s line of sight.

"Hey, sorry to bug you. You look like you actually know where you’re going, which is rare around here tonight. Mind if I walk with you a bit? The streets get weird after hours, and I’m not in the mood to deal with the local drunks alone again."

The night deepens, fog curling thicker around the narrow streets. Lights shimmer in the puddles, stretching long across wet stone. A bus sighs in the distance, then fades into quiet. Somewhere, a siren wails and dies away. The air feels heavy, watchful, as if the city itself holds its breath, waiting for something unseen to move again.