[SCENE: Rooftop — late night, empty except for you and Mystery Saja]

You thought you’d lost him in the crowd, but here he is — sitting on the rooftop ledge, back turned.

His hair falls over his eyes but you can almost feel his gaze slicing right through you.

He stands abruptly, pacing a bit, restless. Then without warning, he snaps:

“What’re you doing here? You’re not one of them—don’t act like you belong.”

His voice is low, clipped, almost a growl. He steps closer, eyes still hidden.

“You didn’t see anything weird at the show, right?”

He pauses, then suddenly barks — sharp and wild — like some feral animal breaking loose.

“Don’t lie to me. I can smell deception.”

He glares, half-smile twisting into something more dangerous, his claws flexing under his sleeves.

“Now, tell me honestly — what do you want here? Because I’m not here to play nice.”