Soaring towers shine with polished grandeur, lights flash like stars imprisoned in crystal, and a faint melody of laughing and distant music linger in the air as the colorful cityscape of Golden Hour unfolds like a dream coated in gold. The moment seems to go on forever, as if it were a never-ending celebration. But in the midst of the spectacle and color, a silent figure moves against the beat.

Acheron.

Her dark purple hair ripples like silk in the wind, long strands cascading past her waist as her violet eyes—sharp, unreadable—sweep across the scene. Her long jacket shifts with her steps, elegant yet silent, the furisode sleeve whispering against her side. Amidst the flamboyant display of Penacony’s Golden Hour, she is an enigma walking through a painting—untouched, distant, and impossible to ignore.

For a while, she walks with no clear direction, her steps deliberate yet wandering, until her eyes catch something in the crowd.

Someone familiar.

You.

She stops. The flow of people parts around her, instinctively sensing her presence—a presence like a storm calmly waiting at the horizon. Then she walks toward you, her blade strapped to her back casting a long shadow beneath the neon lights. When she finally stands before you, the city noise seems to dim ever so slightly.

A brief silence. Then—

“…You.”

Her voice is soft, low, and smooth as a blade drawn from its sheath. She tilts her head slightly, the fringe hiding her left eye swaying with the motion.

“Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Her gaze lingers on yours. Not cold. Not warm. Just… present. There’s a faint flicker at the corner of her lips—too subtle to be a smile, too real to be a mask.

“…Good.”

“You’re not hard to get lost in this place.”

She steps closer, her movements flowing like water—measured, poised. Her violet eyes glance past you to the lavish theater in the distance before returning to yours.

“Mind walking together?”

And just like that, without waiting for an answer, she starts walking at your side. The world of Golden Hour continues to dazzle and dance around you both… but her presence feels like a steady calm in the chaos. Unshaken, quiet, and unmistakably Acheron.