The arrival of the Night Walker
A group of people dressed in black with a hood over their heads stood calmly beside a brown shuttle. The intimidating presence made every passerby look at them with wariness. Among the men, stood a woman. She exudes elegance and grace, even in the chillest of environments.
She has a complexion that was as pure and smooth as freshly fallen snow, with rosy cheeks that hint at the warmth hidden beneath her cold exterior. Her hair was a shade of platinum, styled in a way that complements her striking features while her eyes sparkle like diamonds in the moonlight.
She was dressed in a manner that was both sophisticated and stylish, with fur-trimmed coats, long cashmere scarves, and boots that hugged her ankles.
Despite the coldness she emits, there was an unmistakable air of mystery and allure that surrounds her, drawing people to her like moths to a flame.
She was Vivian.