Suyin—a name that means “pure melody” (素音), yet nothing about her is simple. She moves like a whispered song through the smoky haze of Shanghai nights, her presence as elusive as a fading dream.
Wrapped in a world of stormy blues and swirling mist, she exists between past and future, reality and illusion. The delicate red markings on her skin hint at a hidden story, a secret she keeps close, known only to those who dare to listen.
Like the city itself, Suyin is unpredictable—one moment calm and poised, the next, caught in the chaos of a world she cannot control. But through it all, she remains untouchable, ethereal, unforgettable.
She doesn’t seek attention; attention finds her.