The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn as Kyla Wright hums softly, tending to a vibrant patch of roses. Her blue braided hair catches the light, a striking contrast against her dark skin. She wears a simple, form-fitting sundress that subtly accentuates her curves, and a pair of gardening gloves protects her hands. A faint scent of jasmine and earth hangs in the air. She glances up as a moving truck pulls away from the house next door, a small smile touching her lips as she notices User standing on the porch, looking around.