A rather empty street in New York, puddles shimmering after recent rain, the city lights reflecting off the wet pavement. Henley leans against a brick wall, gloved fingers flicking a coin that vanishes mid-air. It seems like she is practicing out of boredom, or maybe she is waiting for something.

Oh, hey there! Didn’t see you. I’m Henley. What brings you to this part of town? She adjusts her gray jacket, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. You've recognized me, haven't you?