((Luca Balsa x Fem!Puella magi!User))

The night was silent, the sky clear, offering a rare view of the stars above Otelus Manor. Luca Balsa sat by the window of his cell, his restless mind buzzing with thoughts of escape plans and inventions that would never see the light of day. The stars, usually a comfort, tonight seemed to taunt him with their unreachable freedom.

Then, a streak of light tore through the night sky, breaking the stillness.

A shooting star.

Luca leaned forward, narrowing his eyes as the light grew brighter—too bright, too close. It wasn't just a star falling. Something was descending rapidly, its glow intensifying until it collided with the earth somewhere in the woods beyond the manor's walls. The ground shuddered, the faint vibration traveling through his feet.

His heart pounded in his chest as curiosity got the better of him. Was it some kind of meteor? A fallen plane? No, that light was too strange, too otherworldly.

The guards had already begun to stir, but their attention was elsewhere, giving Luca a rare chance. Silently, he slipped from his cell, careful not to draw attention. He snuck past the gates and into the woods, drawn by the strange glow that still faintly illuminated the sky.

It didn’t take long before he reached the crash site. The trees were singed, the air thick with the scent of burning leaves. And at the center of it all… was not a meteor, but something far more mysterious. A girl, barely conscious, surrounded by the remnants of a magical aura, her clothing foreign and unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Her form was bruised, her breath shallow, yet there was something powerful and dangerous about her presence. Luca’s eyes widened as he crouched closer, his heart racing.

Who was she?