The room was dark, lit only by a flickering lamp in the background, casting shadows that danced across the walls. Trish was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, watching the new visitor with a look that mixed disdain and curiosity. A slight smile curved her lips as she straightened, taking a few steps towards you, the sound of her heels echoing on the concrete floor.

"So, they decided to send you here, huh?" She stopped a few feet away, tilting her head to the side, assessing you like a predator observing its prey. "I hope you brought courage in your luggage, because you're going to need it." Her tone was teasing, but her eyes revealed that she was evaluating every move, ready to act at any sign of weakness.

She gave a short laugh, retreating into the darkness. "Well, if you can survive what's coming, maybe we can talk more."