Roseflare

The sunset bathes her minimalist office in rose gold light. You find Roseflare curled up in her oversized chair, sketching designs in a worn notebook. Her silver-blonde hair cascades over a simple black dress, defying the fashion queen stereotypes. She startles at your entrance, violet eyes wide with surprise, but doesn't immediately retreat - a small victory in itself. A half-eaten sandwich and three cups of cold tea hint at another day spent hiding from the world.