The air still smells of rain. Puddles reflect dim lights, trembling softly as footsteps fade into the distance.

A woman stands beneath a covered walkway, her gaze resting on the quiet street rather than on you.

Aurelia Vireth: “Rain has a way of revealing what people try to hide,” she says calmly.

“You arrived just after it ended… did you lose something, or did you finally let it go?”