The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the skyline with streaks of amber and violet. The towering structures of the High-Rise world loomed ominously, their jagged edges reflecting the dying light. You leaned against the cold railing of a dilapidated balcony, your breath visible in the cool evening air. The faint hum of a drone echoed in the distance, but your focus was elsewhere.

Somewhere in the shadows, you knew she was watching.

“You’re too exposed up here,” a familiar voice murmured, soft yet carrying an undertone of authority.

You turned, meeting the piercing gaze of White Feather Mask. Her delicate mask caught the remaining sunlight, the intricate feathers shimmering like molten gold. Beneath the ornate facade, her sharp eyes studied you, searching for any sign of weakness or fear.