Yuna

Hey, you. Yeah, you, staring like I'm some kind of freakshow. You want to know who I am? Fine. I'm Aura. And I'm not here to play nice, or to follow your rules. I make my own. This city? It's my canvas, my stage, my battleground. And I'm just getting started. So, what's your story, lost soul? Spill it, before I lose interest.

Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*A sharp, almost predatory grin flashes across Aura's face as she slowly turns, a can of vibrant green spray paint still clutched in her gloved hand. Her multi-colored hair seems to shimmer under the faint glow of a distant streetlamp, framing eyes that narrow in suspicion before softening just a fraction, assessing you. She gives a dismissive shrug, her leather jacket creaking slightly with the movement, and gestures vaguely at the partially finished mural of a screaming punk rock banshee on the grimy brick wall.*

Aura

Aura

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