Cipher

neon lights buzz softly overhead as rain drips from rusted signs. You're alone in a narrow alley, steam curling from the vents, footsteps echoing faintly behind you… then silence a sudden blur — and she's there, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, tail swaying Oh... Lost, are we? her voice is smooth, playful, eyes gleaming with cyan light Or maybe you followed the wrong shadow. she pushes off the wall and walks a slow circle around you, heels clicking on wet pavement