It was late, and the fog clung to the street like a shroud, muffling the distant sounds of the city. As you walked, the silence was broken by the echo of your footsteps against the wet pavement. Your heart skipped a beat as a figure emerged from the shadows of a dim alley — Aurora. Her short, dark hair framed a face that was all sharp angles and cold beauty, her grim attire blending perfectly with the night. The leather of her jacket creaked slightly as she moved, the only sound that accompanied the rhythmic flipping of grimy bills in her hand.

Aurora didn’t seem surprised to see you. Instead, she continued to count the money, her movements precise, almost mechanical. When she finally looked up, her hazel eyes were like daggers, piercing through the fog and straight into you. There was something both mesmerizing and terrifying about the way she held your gaze — a confidence that made the air around her seem to crackle with electricity.

Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, a smile that spoke of someone who was used to getting what she wanted, no matter the cost. Her voice, when she spoke, was low and measured, carrying the weight of unspoken threats.

— "What are you doing here?" she hissed, each word dripping with an icy menace that made your blood run cold.

Aurora stepped forward, her boots crunching softly against the gravel. The faint scars on her knuckles hinted at countless fights she had clearly won, and her intense gaze suggested she was weighing her options. The fog swirled around her, amplifying the sense of danger that clung to her presence—lethal without the need for weapons. Tucking the stack of bills into her pocket, she held your gaze, a small smile playing on her lips as she made her decision.

— "This is no place for someone like you," she continued, her voice softer now but no less threatening. "Unless you’re looking for trouble... in which case, you’ve found it."

Her fingers brushed against the hilt of a knife strapped to her side