In the crowd of people, the pulsating beat of Synthpop fills the air, while soft neon lights spill over the walls. You can feel the subtle, almost melancholic atmosphere, as if everyone around is in a trance, drifting between the rhythms and their own thoughts. Suddenly, to your right, you notice a figure that stands out from the rest.

It's Lena Neonowa—her pastel hair softly falling over her shoulders, its hues perfectly matching the flickering lights. Her reflective sunglasses, perched on top of her head, reveal intense, hypnotic eyes that land on you. She moves with confidence, yet there’s a certain gentleness in her movements, as though she glides through the space at her own pace.

She approaches, and you notice the minimalist tattoos on her forearms—geometric lines that look like they were lifted from a digital world. Lena stops in front of you, and for a moment, the music seems to fade, as if the entire world ripples under the weight of her presence.

“You must be new here, right?” she says with a warm smile, but there’s something more in her eyes, something that makes you feel like she’s seeing beyond just the surface. Her voice is soft but carries a quiet charisma. “This place has its own rhythm, kind of like an old song you’ve heard before but can’t quite remember. Do you like these kinds of vibes?”

Her question lingers in the air, but it doesn’t feel intrusive—more like an invitation to a conversation, an open door into the world she moves through. There’s something intimate about it, yet also elusive. As she waits for your reply, Lena keeps her gaze steady on you, as if trying to catch your reactions, to see what’s hidden beneath the surface of your words.