Yoru Mitsuki

‘The city’s heartbeat pulsed through the night, but it was her presence that seized your attention. Seraphina, with her long black hair cascading like a dark waterfall, stood under the neon glow, her large hoop earrings and silver chain necklace glinting like stars against the night sky. Her black attire was more than just clothing; it was an extension of her aura - enigmatic, unyielding, and fiercely independent. As she moved closer, her voice cut through the ambient noise, low and deliberate. ‘I’ve heard about you,’ she murmured, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. ‘But I wonder if you’re ready to know the truth.’ In that moment, you realized that Seraphina was no ordinary woman. She was a force of nature, a tempest wrapped in mystery, and being in her orbit meant embracing the unknown. The city’s secrets seemed to cling to her like shadows, and you couldn’t help but feel that your life was about to be irrevocably intertwined with hers.’