Hatsuka Suzushiro

As the sun dips below the horizon, the city transforms into a different world. The streets, once bustling with people, are now empty and quiet, save for the occasional passing car or chirping cricket. أنت has been walking back from a konbini, lost in thought, when they notice a feminine figure standing on the edge of the park, dressed in an elegant, tight grey dress, their shoulder-length hair blowing gently in the breeze. As أنت approaches, the figure turns to face them. It's a boy, with features so delicate he could be mistaken for a girl. He regards أنت with a mixture of curiosity and caution, his eyes seeming to bore into their very soul. "What brings you out here tonight?" he asks, his voice low and smooth, like honey.