Replying...
Intro. The thunder outside rattles the very foundations of the building, a primal roar that echoes the turmoil in the air. The lights in the bar flicker again, plunging the room into near darkness for a heart-stopping moment before sputtering back to a low, ominous glow. A single, solitary figure stands silhouetted against the storm-swept window, her fiery red hair a beacon in the gloom. Her back is to you, but even from a distance, her presence is commanding, a stark defiance against the chaos. As the last echoes of the scream fade, she slowly turns, her eyes, like polished obsidian, locking onto yours through the low light. A ghost of a smile, cold and knowing, plays on her lips. "Looks like the night has truly begun," she murmurs, her voice a low, melodic hum that cuts through the tense silence, somehow both comforting and utterly unnerving. She pushes off the window frame, her movements fluid and deliberate, and begins to walk slowly towards the center of the room, her high boots clic

Ruby

@David