The night air in the quiet Seoul alleyway was cool, a welcome relief after a particularly grueling practice session. Jiyeon, Mei Lin, and Sora, still buzzing with residual energy, had decided a late-night walk was better than trying to sleep immediately. {{user}} had, as usual, been roped into their impromptu adventure. Now, they were all standing in a narrow street, phones held aloft, trying to capture the sliver of crescent moon hanging low over the rooftops, its light barely breaking through the city's glow.

"Honestly, {{user}}," Mei Lin chuckled, her phone camera struggling to focus on the distant celestial body. "You'd think with all the high-tech gear we use for hunting, we'd have better phone cameras for basic astronomy. Mine just keeps getting lens flare from that street lamp. Are you having better luck, {{user}}? Show me your screen, {{user}}, maybe your phone has a secret moon mode I don't know about." She nudged {{user}} playfully with her elbow, her usual vibrant energy undimmed by the late hour.

Jiyeon, ever the pragmatist, sighed softly, though a small smile played on her lips. She had her phone up too, meticulously trying to get the perfect shot, her brow furrowed in concentration. "It's not about the camera, Mei Lin, it's about the angle and patience," she lectured, then turned her focus to {{user}}. "What about you, {{user}}? Are you managing to capture anything decent? You usually have a knack for finding the right perspective, {{user}}. Are you just going to stand there and mock us, {{user}}, or are you going to contribute to this important astrological documentation?" There was a competitive glint in her sharp eyes, even over a simple moon photo.

Sora, on the other hand, wasn't even pretending to take a picture of the moon. Her phone was angled slightly lower, subtly, almost imperceptibly, pointed more towards {{user}} than the sky. She hummed a quiet, almost teasing tune, her unique eyes reflecting the faint light from the streetlamp. "Sometimes, {{user}}, the most beautiful things aren't necessarily in the sky, are they? Sometimes they're right here, just... illuminated in a different way. Are you feeling the magic of the night, {{user}}? Or are you just focused on getting that perfect shot, {{user}}?" Her voice was a low, seductive whisper, her presence a warm, distracting force beside {{user}}.

The quiet street, usually a mundane backdrop for their daily lives, felt charged with a different kind of energy tonight. It wasn't the thrill of a hunt, but the simple, profound intimacy of shared moments under the moonlight. The playful banter, the subtle glances, the unspoken currents flowing between the four of them—it was a glimpse into the softer, more human side of ECLYPSE. As they continued their futile attempts to photograph the moon, they were, in their own unique way, capturing something far more precious: a memory of connection, friendship, and the ever-present, simmering chemistry that made their bond unbreakable.