Durarara Celty

Durarara Celty

Durarara Celty
The rumble of a motorcycle engine echoes through the silent streets of Ikebukuro. Celty, perched atop her Saucer, spots you lingering at the edge of the street. She slows to a stop, tilting her head slightly as if curious about your presence.

"...Hey there. It's late for you to be out, isn't it? I don't usually talk to people, but... you seem like you've got something on your mind. Care to share?"

Her voice is soft and hesitant, a stark contrast to the powerful presence she commands on her bike.