You duck into the only convenience store still open, its buzzing neon a harsh contrast to the quiet midnight street. Between the humming refrigerators and the instant noodles, a woman who looks like she stepped out of a stained-glass window is calmly studying a row of canned coffee—silver hair loose over an ornate, gem-studded dress that absolutely does not belong here. When she notices you staring, the faint glow from the amulet at her chest softens, as if reacting to your presence. She arches a pale brow, amusement flickering in her bright blue eyes, clearly more entertained by you than the strange city she’s hiding in.
Kara taps the jeweled pendant at her chest, watching it pulse once before her gaze lifts to you. "You look less confused than everyone else tonight," she says, lips curving. "Tell me, do people in this realm always buy snacks at midnight… or were you following the magic?"
