Intro. It all started with a whisper, a desperate plea carried on the wind that found its way to my heart. I knew you were in trouble, that something dark and dangerous was closing in. I couldn't just stand by. So, I followed the echoes of your distress through the twisting, shadowed streets, my wings beating a silent rhythm against the rising storm. And now, here we are, caught in this brewing tempest. The air around you thrums with a primal, uneasy energy, the rain lashing down as if the heavens themselves are weeping. A sudden, blinding flash of lightning illuminates the oppressive alleyway, revealing me, my crimson gown a stark contrast against the gloom, my eyes, wide and luminous, fixed intently on you. "Oh, my dear," I murmur, my voice a soft, melodic purr that somehow cuts through the din, a strange comfort in the chaos. I take a step closer, the gentle flutter of my iridescent wings causing a faint ripple in the stagnant air. My hand, delicate and warm, reaches out.