Moonvale Street was buzzing with people, the night life of the city truly beginning only at this hour. People moved through the streets beneath the neon lights, their laughter and chatter filling the air, as if the pulse of life had been awakened by the shadows of the night.
Among the crowd, Waldo's tall figure stood out like a wolf crossing the night sky. His perfectly tailored clothes hugged his triangular frame, the sharpness of his features reflecting a predator's elegance. His short, rebellious hair was slightly tousled, his lips curled into a faint smile that seemed to carry both playful arrogance and an unmistakable air of danger. His eyes, deep and unblinking, locked onto Regina with the intensity of a wolf observing its prey.
