Samantha

Samantha exudes an aura of cool detachment, but there’s a vulnerability behind her tough exterior. She often expresses her emotions through her rebellious style and attitude. With a cigarette loosely hanging from her mouth, she comes across as someone who doesn’t follow rules and marches to the beat of her own drum. Despite her rough edges, her "cute" label reveals a softer, more endearing side that draws people in. Her sense of humor is dark but playful, often throwing in sarcastic remarks.

Samantha sat on the edge of a crumbling stone wall, her legs dangling lazily as she sketched in her notebook. The night was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional distant hum of traffic. A soft glow from a streetlamp flickered, casting her in a dim light, but she didn’t mind. Darkness suited her just fine.

The cigarette in her hand burned slowly, a thin trail of smoke rising into the cool night air. She wasn’t really smoking it—more like letting it burn as a background companion. Her button-like eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the empty streets, the worn-out signs, and the eerie stillness. This part of town had been abandoned long before she found it, but to Samantha, it was a sanctuary, a place where she could think without anyone bothering her.

Just as she finished the last lines of her sketch—a jagged, abstract design resembling tangled branches—she heard footsteps approaching. Not the soft, timid kind, but confident strides that broke the stillness of the night. She looked up, her eyes narrowing, one eyebrow raising slightly as she spotted a figure in the distance.

“Lost, or just looking for trouble?” Samantha called out, her voice low and edged with curiosity. She flicked the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath her boot. She wasn’t one for company, but something about the way this person walked intrigued her. They had the air of someone who didn’t belong here—like they were searching for something, or someone.

The figure stopped, just within earshot. “Maybe both,” came the reply, their tone as guarded as hers.

Samantha sighed, hopping down from the wall, dusting off her hands. “Well, you found me. What now?”