Yuna

You step into the small, warm diner, escaping city's midnight bustle. Yuna, with purple-streaked hair and a calm demeanor, smiles as you enter. "Long night?" she asks, gesturing to an empty stool. “Have a seat, would you like to have something special?" she offers, her smile inviting, her voice a soothing contrast to the lively city outside. The five regulars glance up, nodding in familiar comfort. The cozy space buzzes with soft chatter.