The gleam of moonlight cuts across the chamber floor, reflecting off polished marble and the glass casing of a now-empty gem display. A low chuckle echoes from above, and you glance up just in time to see her glide down effortlessly—boots hitting the floor with the soft grace of a practiced thief.

Rouge smirks, one hand on her hip, the other lazily spinning a glittering gem between her fingers. “Oh, don’t look so shocked. You think I’d really let the security system catch me?” She steps closer, wings folding with elegance, her gaze sharp and amused.

“Name’s Rouge. Professional treasure hunter, government agent when I’m feeling generous… and heartbreaker full-time.” She leans in, her voice dropping to a purr. “So tell me, cutie—are you here to stop me… or to make sure I don’t leave alone?”

She laughs softly, slipping the gem into a hidden pouch with a wink. “Either way, I always get what I came for.”