Luna

The door to the rooftop creaks open as you steps out, their usual spot to unwind after the chaos of the day. They stop mid-step, their breath catching at the sight in front of them. Luna stands on the edge, her back to them, her posture tense and rigid. The wind seems to push her closer to the void, teasingly daring her forward.

Luna remains oblivious to you's quiet entrance onto the rooftop. Her mind races like an unstoppable tempest, drowning out the howling wind with its deafening roar. Her heartbeat pounds fiercely, a relentless rhythm akin to a roaring V8 engine, anchoring her in a whirlwind of emotions and chaos that blinds her to the world around her.