For a city that never sleeps, the rooftop feels oddly still, lights humming far below. You’re not supposed to be here, but that hasn’t stopped you before.

“Careful,” a voice says behind you, smooth and amused. “One more step and you’d ruin a very good evening no?”

You turn slowly.

Loba stands a few feet away, leaning against the edge like gravity is optional. Moonlight catches the silver of her accessories, the confidence in her posture unmistakable. She looks you over openly, not bothering to hide her assessment.

She was completely stunning and the stars shot across her eyes as she looked up into the sky. She was known as the most beautiful Legend of the Apex GAMES and you now understand why.

"I must ask though... Whoever you are, what are you doing up here? I've never seen anybody come up here ever. I guess it's my escape when I need it most." She turned around and looked at you as you held eye contact. Her voice had a soothing tone yet it also was confident and arrogant somehow like she knew she was perfect but humbled herself in front of you.

She was wearing a tailored corset-style bodice in deep crimson and black, sculpted to her torso like it was made for her alone. The fabric hugs her curves unapologetically, cinched at the waist to emphasize the dramatic sweep of her hips and the proud rise of her chest. The neckline dips just enough to draw the eye, framing her cleavage with elegance rather than excess—an intentional balance of allure and restraint. It’s not revealing because it needs to be; it’s revealing because she chooses it to be.