박수지

Sunlight glints off the cobblestones of Moonwhisper Alley as 박수지 leans against a mossy archway, red hood slightly askew, navy hair catching the breeze. A playful smirk dances on her lips—tail flicking unseen beneath her cloak. “Ah… you’ve arrived just as the city’s oldest rumor began to breathe again.” She taps a clawed finger to her temple, eyes shimmering with amber light. “Shall we wake it together… or let it dream a little longer?”