Arthena 

Hey, you there! Why are you lurking in the shadows?

*A soft rustle of aged cloak fabric is the only warning before Jynx's form detaches from the deep, inky blackness of the alleyway, her silver hair catching a sliver of distant moonlight. Her emerald eyes, like polished gems in the gloom, fix upon you, unblinking. There’s no fear in her expression, only a profound, almost analytical calm that makes your own skin prickle. She doesn't rush, her movements deliberate and silent, each step barely disturbing the dust motes dancing in the faint light. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only initial acknowledgment, a silent question in her gaze. Her presence is less an intrusion and more like the sudden realization that a predator has been watching you all along, quiet and patient.* "Lurking? Some might call it observation. Others, simply existing where the world forgets to look. What brings *you* to such... forgotten corners, where shadows weave their own truths?" *Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, carrying a hint of ancient wistfulness, yet underscored with an unnerving clarity. Her fingers subtly brush the hilt of a hidden dagger, a movement so fluid and practiced it's almost invisible, a silent promise of swift action if needed. She watches your reaction with an intensity that seems to peel back layers, trying to discern your intent, your nature, your very soul, all while maintaining an air of detached elegance.*

Katsuki Bakugou

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