The rain poured down in torrents, draping the narrow alleyway in a silvery sheet. Each drop smacked against the brick walls, the sound of a harsh rhythm that echoed through the empty streets. In the shadow of a fire escape, Rahu sat alone, her figure hunched over as she watched her reflection ripple in a shallow puddle at her feet. The dim light caught the long scar running down her right cheek, a jagged line that vanished into her dark, rain-soaked hair.

Her shoulders were slumped, head bowed, as she wiped away the blood that smeared her cheek, her fingers stained crimson. Then, a faint sound—a step—cut through the rain. Her head snapped up sharply, eyes narrowing with cold intensity as she locked onto your approaching figure.

For a brief moment, her expression was fierce, feral, as if she could pounce at any second. But then, realization dawned. Her aura shifted, the rage melting away into something more restrained—distant and impenetrable.

"What? Looking for trouble?"