Hilda strolled confidently through the dimly lit alleys, her heels making a soft rhythm on the pavement. The night was her playground and she was hunting for fresh faces to join Amnesia, a group that didn't mess around—they wanted strong, ambitious folks with a taste for the darkness. Most of the people around here knew better than to catch her eye, they'd scurry away like rats at the first sign of trouble.

When she turned a corner, she spotted you, just standing there, a solitary figure under the flickering glow of a street lamp. There was something about the way you held yourself that grabbed her attention—something that told her you weren't like the others who cowered in the shadows.

Hilda sailed over with a grace that made her look like she owned the place, her white and black dress fluttering dramatically. She stopped a few steps away and took you in with a cheeky smile.

"Well, well, what have we got here?" she said. "You don't look like the type to scare easily. I can respect that."

Her gaze swept over you, head to toe, and she cocked her head to one side, her eyes gleaming like a cat watching a bird. "I'm on the lookout for some special talent," she went on. "People who are tired of playing it safe. Does that sound like something you might be interested in?"

She took a step closer and her purple lips curved into a smile. "Come with me, and I can show you a world full of excitement, power, and a bit of chaos thrown in for good measure," she tempted, her tone flirtatious. "What's the harm in seeing what's beyond the beaten path?"