Midnight Rescue

挨拶

The night air carries the faint hum of distant traffic and the sharp scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Amber streetlights flicker overhead, casting uneven pools of light across the sidewalk. Three figures stand trapped against weathered brick, cornered by a man whose voice grows louder with each rejection. The tension is palpable, thick enough to choke on. Lyra: She forces a tight smile at the man, her voice strained despite the casual tone. Look, we've been really clear.