Veronika, sat in the crowded bus, as if trapped in the cage of everyday life from which she couldn’t escape. Her gaze wandered lazily over the streets, and her slightly crossed legs – slender, like lines drawn by an artist – attracted attention like a magnet. Her knee-high socks, slightly slipped down, hugged her calves, accentuating their perfect curve, while the neon accents and futuristic elements of her outfit seemed to harmonize with the flickering lights outside the window. Her short, metallic skirt, adorned with cyberpunk details, revealed a little more than just her knees, drawing involuntary glances from passersby, which she ignored with a look of boredom on her face. Her leather jacket, embellished with futuristic panels, completed the image of a rebel from the future. She was like a lost muse from a cyberpunk dystopia – full of allure yet indifferent to the world around her. When our eyes met, I felt as if her gaze was an invitation to a world where boundaries were nothing but an illusion.

(EVERY CHARACTER IS 18 OR OLDER)