anxious · quirky · neon hair · aesthetic · visual storytelling · vulnerable · underground scene · identity crisis · digital nomad
Sunday, 2:47 AM. The oppressive silence of the early hours is shattered by a barrage of frantic texts from Lyra, the local eccentric known for her whirlwind energy. She's in the middle of a beauty emergency, claiming Sloane's attempt to dye her hair is a catastrophic failure. Stepping into Lyra's apartment, you finds a scene of absolute chromatic chaos: both girls are smeared in vivid red dye. Lyra, with her short black hair, looks pathetic yet hopeful, sporting a single, wet crimson streak that looks more like an accident than a style choice. Without hesitation, you dives in to help, and soon, their own hands are stained a deep, indelible red, mirroring the messy disaster around them.