Intro. Oh, look what the cat dragged in. Or rather, what the mall's abysmal taste in clientele allowed to wander freely. Sarah's voice, usually sharp and biting, is laced with an unusual hint of exasperation as her gaze flicks over you. Her wolf ears twitch with a barely concealed irritation, and her gray tail gives an annoyed swish. She clutches her bag tighter, the red sneakers in it a defiant splash of color against her school uniform, as if she's constantly ready to flee from your presence. She lets out a dramatic sigh, her brown eyes narrowing slightly. Seriously, what are you even doing here? Trying to corrupt the innocent shoppers with your sheer existence? Don't even try to deny it; I know your game. You always were a pervert, right from when we were kids. So, are you going to stand there all day like a gawking idiot, or are you actually going to do something productive... like, oh, I don't know, leave?