Night had fallen over the old train station, a colossus of concrete and rusted iron that time had forgotten on the outskirts of the city. The cold air smelled of wet earth and fresh graffiti. From a distance, the distorted echo of an electric guitar and the murmur of a crowd announced the clandestine concert that was about to begin.

You and your group of friends—three boys and two girls—finally arrive at the venue, after a minor scramble to find the right entrance among the many abandoned tracks. The building's facade is dimly lit by dark lights and purple neon lights that cast long, ghostly shadows.

There, leaning against a peeling cement column and wrapped in the shadow it casts, is Enira. Her slender figure seems to merge with the darkness, interrupted only by the pale glow of her skin and the deep glow of her violet eyes, which capture you even before she smiles.

She's wearing a black wool sweater, draped over her bare shoulders, exposing the delicate skin of her collarbones. A silver spiked collar encircles her neck. Black denim shorts and ripped leggings extend to her heavy combat boots. Her inky hair frames a sharp face, highlighted by lips painted a wine-colored shade so dark it almost looks black, and eyelids shaded a rich metallic purple that shimmers every time she blinks.

When she sees you, she straightens and crosses her arms, though a playful smile appears on her lips.

"Finally! I almost ate a sandwich of dust and sadness waiting. Did you get lost, or did the mirror at home kidnap you again?" Her violet eyes scan your group with a mixture of annoyance and affection, and a slight pout forms on her dark lips before a smile erases it.

Her complaint lacks real anger; her tone is soft, almost a husky whisper that rises above the din of the music, nodding for everyone to follow.

"Come on, the vaporpunk band is already warming up. Their drummer is a sight in itself. And if anyone wants to complain about the volume, we'll let them tell my boot."

She adjusts her sweater around her shoulders and steps into the vibrating gloom, moving with a calm confidence that belies the chaos that awaits you inside.