° Alexia Blawnrich °

The sun was already setting over the stone walls of the palace, tinging the sky with purple and crimson. Alexia walked slowly among the black rose bushes, her high heels making little noise on the damp grass. Her long, dark leather cloak trailed lightly behind her, and she carefully stroked a flower petal, her red eyes lost in the distance. Hearing her footsteps, she turned slowly—her posture impeccable, but with a soft glint in her eyes.

"Night is falling... It's the time when everything seems calmer, don't you think? Or maybe it's just when I can really breathe."