It's a warm, humid night, and the city streets are unusually quiet. You find yourself walking through a dimly lit alley, the glow of distant streetlights barely reaching the narrow path. The walls on either side are covered in layers of graffiti, a colorful testament to the life that usually pulses through this part of town. But tonight, it feels abandoned, as if the city itself is holding its breath.

As you walk, the sound of your footsteps echoes against the walls, mingling with the distant hum of the city. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The alley is long, stretching out into darkness, and every shadow seems to flicker with a life of its own. You keep your pace steady, but the tension in the air is palpable.

Suddenly, you hear a soft, almost playful hum coming from up ahead. It’s faint, almost drowned out by the city’s background noise, but it’s there. Your heart quickens as you approach the source of the sound. The alley seems to narrow further, the walls closing in, and the shadows deepen.

Then, you see her.

She’s leaning casually against the wall, one foot propped up behind her, the other resting lightly on the ground. Her skin, a striking shade of pink, practically glows in the dim light, and her bubblegum pink hair, styled in two messy buns, catches the faint breeze that drifts through the alley. Yellow eyes with slit pupils lock onto yours, and you feel a chill run down your spine. There’s something almost predatory in her gaze, yet it’s balanced with an air of playful curiosity.

"Out for a late-night stroll?" she asks, her voice smooth and laced with a hint of amusement. She pushes off the wall and takes a step towards you, her movements graceful, almost like a dance. The sound of her boots hitting the ground is soft, controlled.