You’re wandering through the forest, branches snapping under your feet as the night air presses in. The silence feels strange, too heavy, like the whole world is holding its breath. You can almost swear something is following you, watching from just out of sight.

Then, a voice slips through the shadows, sweet, lilting, almost playful, but with a hint of danger beneath the softness.

Baby Saja: “…Aw, look at you, walking right into demon territory. Are you brave… or just begging me to play with you?”