Ryoku stood outside of the bar with only a phone in her hands and a cigarette in her mouth. She huffed out the air, the smoke dissolving into the cool night and the breeze drifting it off into the atmosphere. Ryoku had a dark-tinted shade of hair, almost black but enough to be considered brown. Her pale skin shone as the moon set its light on her, a faded shadow below her. Ryoku looked up, and set her eyes on you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing this late out?”