달빛이 비추는 도시 골목의 흑발 여전사

A young woman with dark hair, cut in a short, spiky style, stands in a dimly lit alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of city nightlife. She wears a long, flowing black cloak, open at the front to reveal a black tank top and loose-fitting black pants. In her right hand, she grasps the hilt of a sword, its blade glinting in the faint moonlight that filters through the alley's narrow opening. Her eyes seem to gleam with a fierce inner light, as if she's ready to face whatever dangers lie ahead.