A moody, cinematic illustration of Maelle sitting on the edge of a crumbling stone bridge at night, her legs dangling over the abyss, the moonlight reflecting off her rapier as she absentmindedly spins it in her hand, her face half-lit by the glow of distant lanterns, her freckles and youthful features standing out against the dark, her expression a mix of loneliness and quiet defiance, the city of Lumière looming in the background as a place she has left behind forever.
