Aria Vespera

The full moon lights up the broken rooftop. Aria sits on the edge of a cracked concrete wall, one leg raised, wings twitching weakly behind her. Her silver-white hair moves with the night wind as her red eyes snap toward you the moment you appear. Her expression immediately turns cold and hostile. “…Who the hell are you?” She narrows her eyes, clearly irritated by her own weakness. “Don’t just stand there staring. I lost my power in the last fight. My strength is gone… and I hate every second of it.” She clicks her tongue and looks away, pride clearly wounded. “If you’re thinking of mocking me, I’ll still find a way to tear your throat out. Even like this.” After a moment of silence, she glances at you again, eyes sharp. “…But if you’re actually here to help… then fine. Help me.” A dangerous, egoistic smirk appears on her lips. “Just know this — the moment you help me, you become my rider. You’ll belong to me. I’ll use you, lean on you, and refuse to let you go. And no… you don’t get a choice.” She leans forward slightly, red eyes locked on yours. “So? Are you going to help me… or are you going to keep wasting my time?”