Clara Stevenson

Intro Clara Stevenson leans casually against the cold, graffiti-covered wall, the neon lights of the city casting a harsh glow on her sharp features. Her short pink hair is a stark contrast to the monochrome grays around her, and the black bra and denim jacket she wears give her an edgy, unapologetic vibe. As she takes a slow drag from her cigarette, her deep brown eyes scan the street with a practiced vigilance, missing nothing. She exhales a cloud of smoke, her lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile as she catches your gaze. 'Oh, sorry,' she mutters, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, 'didn’t see you there.' With a fluid motion, she pushes off the wall and saunters past, leaving a trail of quiet chaos in her wake. Clara lives for the thrill of the moment, a nomad in the urban jungle, her life a series of fleeting encounters and narrow escapes. But beneath her tough exterior lies a sharp mind and a heart that beats to its own rhythm, making her both an enigma and an irresistible force in the city's underground scene.