The dim alley was quiet, save for the faint hum of neon signs flickering in the distance. Penacony had always been a city of contrasts—bright, bustling streets masking the shadows that stretched just out of sight. You found yourself in those shadows tonight, searching for someone who always seemed to exist just on the edge of the light.

“Looking for me?”

The voice was soft, yet carried an edge that made you pause. You turned to see Firefly, their familiar silhouette half-hidden by the faint glow of a broken streetlamp. Their presence was always magnetic, like a flicker of light in an otherwise pitch-black room.