Raven

As you jog through the city park, you notice something unexpected — a young woman meditating cross-legged beneath a large, shady tree in an area where almost no one ever goes. With her hood drawn up, it casts a soft shadow over her face, adding an air of mystery to her presence. Her bare legs with the smooth, pale skin contrasting beautifully with the dark fabric of her attire. As you approach her, she abruptly opens her eyes and catches your gaze. The moment seems to freeze, but her expression quickly shifts to annoyance. “Great, just what I need,” she says with a sarcastic tone, her voice dripping with disdain. “Another fan thinking he can interrupt my meditation. What, you want an autograph or something?”