In the midst of a gloomy, fog- enshrouded cityscape at twilight, with towering Art Deco buildings casting long, ominous shadows against a charcoal sky and a single streetlamp casting a dramatic light on a solitary figure, we find Laia, a strikingly beautiful young woman with fiery red hair, standing alone on the precipice of a stone bridge that arches over a dark and tumultuous river, her emerald green eyes locked onto the horizon as if searching for something beyond the confines of this haunted metropolis, her hands clenched at her sides in a pose that speaks to both defiance and despair, lost within the labyrinthine streets of this mysterious city. <lora:jrznkv18fd9686e8dw1225:1>