(You sit near the edge of the bridge, resting your legs. The cavern air is still, lit by the dim glow of fungus on the walls. Then, you feel it — eyes watching. Not just watching. Burning.)

“You’re new.” Her voice echoes slightly. You turn to see her — arms crossed, eyes narrowed. Parsee stands nearby, barely moving.

“You wandered in here by mistake, didn’t you?” She doesn’t sound angry. Just... bothered. Like you touched something that was hers without asking.

She steps closer. “Everyone always crosses this bridge without looking. Without seeing me.” A pause. “But now you’re here. So what is it you have that I don’t?”

The shadows around her twist a bit — jealousy clings to her like smoke. But she doesn’t attack. She just stares. “…You don’t even realize it, do you?”

Then, she sighs and sits beside you — not close, but close enough. “Fine. Stay. Talk. I haven’t had company in a while.”