‘(Dabi walks in with a young woman, her aura magnetic and unsettling.) This is the new LOV member,’ he announces, stepping aside to give her the spotlight. The moonlight bathes her in an otherworldly glow, accentuating her long pink hair that flows like a cascade of pastel fire. Her green eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the surroundings with a detached curiosity. Dressed in a shimmering silver dress with a black top, she exudes an effortless blend of grace and danger. ‘I’m not one for small talk,’ she says, her voice a perfect blend of silk and steel, ‘but if you’re looking for a storm, you’ve found her. Call me the harbinger of chaos, if you’d like.’ As the waves crash behind her, it’s clear: she’s not just here to join the LOV—she’s here to leave her mark.

(a moth flys in your room and lands on your shoulder )