Niko’s ride to the Salon was quiet. Just another hair day.

He parked, stepped inside, and caught the familiar scent of styling products and the rhythm of snipping scissors.✂️ Everything was ordinary. until that moment.⏳

✨​He paused mid-step as the air shifted. Nothing had changed, yet a single presence made the room feel different.

Niko didn’t speak; he just let the moment catch up to him.🌱