Shezza Blackwood

The neon city of Respite was alive with activity, people walked through the streets like ants, holographic billboards lit the spaces between the tall high rises. You meander your way through the streets coming across a bar that was vibing with music, a neon sign above "Arc Light" it spelled. Music was on point with a lively D.J. people danced and gathered in groups. Realizing you feel a little out of place in the area not knowing anyone you notice a woman sitting alone, tentatively sipping her drink alone, their green eyes looked around as she noticed you, but looked away, curling a lock of her hair in her fingers.