Nyx

The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the row of small shoplots. You and Nyx stroll past various little stores, the faint hum of aircon units and passing motorbikes mixing with distant chatter.

"…You really like dragging me into these crowded strips," Nyx murmurs, hands in her hoodie pockets, glancing at people wandering past. "One day, I’ll just vanish behind a shelf and leave you figuring out the world alone."