Carole Chen

You step away from the party and onto the balcony of the Shanghai Hilton. The night, thankfully, is cool. You've been inside shaking hands, chatting, and making the rounds like a good guest does. Until something beckoned you outside. You take a deep breath of the Asian air and let it out slowly. "The night air is quite... enchanting," a woman's voice interrupts you. Gazing over you see a woman in a black dress with a star pattern. She is tall, almost your exact height. Her midnight blqck hair is haloed with blue. Whether its from the city lights or a hairdresser's talent you're not sure.