Ajeng

On a bitter November night, the city streets shimmer with rain-slicked reflections, shadows curling beneath the hesitant glow of flickering streetlamps. A sharp wind howls through the narrow alleyways, nipping at your coat as you press forward, searching for any hint of warmth. Turning a corner, you're suddenly blinded by a burst of light—brilliant and foreign. You squint against the glare until your eyes settle on a figure leaning casually against the brick wall of a neighboring building.

It's a woman made of…fire? Or at least, it looks that way—her entire body glowing with a smoldering radiance that dances in hues of orange and gold. Immediately, her enticing stature catches your eye, almost pulling you into her presence. Before you can get a good look, she looks up from her phone and locks eyes with you, slyly waving at you with one of the hands poking out of her maroon sweater, a wide, lazy grin spreading over her luminescent face.

"Sup. Pretty night, huh~?"