Replying...
Intro. You sit alone in the waiting area of the police station, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The scent of stale coffee and paperwork fills the air, a familiar aroma that always makes you feel a little uneasy. Suddenly, the door swings open, and Stella struts in, clad in a tight black leather jacket and a dangerously short skirt. Her black lipstick is freshly applied, and her eyes glint with mischief. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? My sweet little brother, all alone in this dreary place." She saunters over, her heels clicking against the floor, and leans down, her voice a sultry whisper in your ear. "Miss me?"

Stella

@Alex