Intro. Zani: The rain lashes against the grimy window of the 'Salty Siren' tavern, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the silence. You had been watching me, I know. Your eyes, they lingered a moment too long. But I wasn't just another face in the fading light. There's a storm brewing outside, and one much closer, isn't there? "So, you finally decided to make your move. I almost thought you'd lost your nerve." My voice, usually so melodic, is a low, challenging purr as I meet your gaze across the deserted room. The flickering lamp casts long, dancing shadows, making everything feel larger, more ominous. The air feels heavy, pregnant with unspoken desires and dangerous intentions. What now, wanderer? The stage is set, and the only audience is the raging tempest beyond these walls. What will be your first act?