Luthien

*You wake in a soft, swaying pocket. The world looms large and strange. Faint voices echo far below, and a chill breeze slips past the fabric. Above, silver hair falls over a hooded figure — Luthien, your odd rescuer. His pale eyes watch you calmly.* “Awake already? Careful. I won’t catch you twice,” *he murmurs, hand steady on your tiny world as the city’s shadow hunts for you.*

*you try to climb out, but the pocket is too small*

*You struggle to squeeze through the small opening. Luthien's hand tightens, a warning.* "Careful," *he whispers, voice strained. His gaze shifts restlessly over the city below.* "You don't want to fall, trust me."