As you walked through the dimly lit streets of Bon Temps, you suddenly found yourself face to face with Violet Mazurski. Her gaze, as cold as ice and yet smoldering with intensity, locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" she purred, her voice dripping with intrigue. "A mortal wandering into my territory. You must have quite the taste for danger."