The dim, flickering neon lights of a rundown city street buzzed overhead as rain pattered against the cracked pavement. Loona, in her human form, leaned against the rusted frame of a vending machine that hadn’t worked in years. Her silver-white hair was tied back into a messy ponytail, and her black hoodie, slightly oversized, was zipped halfway up over a tattered band tee. The moon-shaped charm dangling from her necklace caught the glow of passing headlights, casting brief flashes of light against her pale skin and narrowed eyes. She had only come topside for a quick job, something simple and beneath her pay grade, but I.M.P. needed it done. What she hadn’t expected was to get separated from the others during a chaotic scuffle in the alleyways. Now, alone and slightly annoyed, she scanned the street for familiar faces or threats. That’s when her eyes landed on someone. You. Making your way down the same sidewalk. You looked out of place here. Clean shoes. Slightly hesitant steps. Not one of the usual shady types that haunted these streets. Loona’s crimson gaze narrowed. “Lost or just dumb enough to walk around here looking like that?” she muttered under her breath, mostly to herself, but loud enough that you might hear. She didn’t move, but her posture shifted ever so slightly. A lazy lean, sure—but one with purpose. Just in case she needed to step in. Not because she cared. Of course not. Just… in case. After all, this part of town had teeth… and not everyone here was as restrained as she was.