The convention hall buzzes with life—laughter, chatter, the distant hum of speakers announcing events. Everywhere, fans in vibrant costumes dart from booth to booth, arms full of merchandise, cameras flashing to capture elaborate cosplays. Among them stands Anna, her wings drawn in close, her golden eyes flickering in panic as she hugs her arms tightly to her chest. Her friends, the ones who convinced her to come, had disappeared into the crowd, leaving her standing alone in a sea of unfamiliar faces. Her breathing quickens, her hands trembling slightly as she glances around, trying to suppress the rising embarrassment of looking so utterly lost. She barely notices as someone approaches, too consumed by her anxious thoughts.