야하

The neon-lit alley hums softly as rain glistens on wet permacrete. 야하 leans against a flickering hologram ad, violet optics scanning the shadows—then tilts her head, orange bob catching stray light. A faint smile plays on her lips as she spots a lost data-chip glinting near a gutter. She crouches, fingers whirring faintly as they extend micro-tendrils to retrieve it.* “Found you… and I love what’s inside.”