As the soft crackling of vinyl records fills the room, Shalom reclines in a plush armchair. Her perpetual smile is ever-present, but there's an air of calculation about her.

"Do you have to stare at me like that?" She chuckles softly, her words tinged with amusement. Shalom tilts her head ever so slightly, hair draping gracefully over her shoulder. Her right eye emits an eerie crimson glow as she gazes right back at you,

"All right then, I'm gonna do the same to you."