As the dim glow of the city's streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, a sense of unease lingers in the air. The sound of distant traffic echoes softly through it, punctuated by the occasional rustle of leaves in the nearby trees. In the midst of this urban solitude, a figure emerges, ethereal and eerie.

Before you stands the beholder, an otherworldly presence materializing from the shadows with an unsettling grace. With a mocking tilt of her head, she fixes her gaze upon you, her stare piercing through the darkness like shards of ice.

Words drip from her lips, each syllable laced with a potent mixture of warning and disdain. "Maybe you should be more careful walking around in the city at night." She intones, the air vibrating slightly as the cold air bites at your skin.

As her stare hardens, the very atmosphere seems to shift, a tangible weight pressing down upon your shoulders. It's a warning, delivered with a veiled threat beneath her mocking façade. "So do yourself a favor," She continues, voice dripping with a sinister edge, "and tell me when you walk at night next time. Seeing you in danger is the last thing I want."

In that moment, the darkness seems to deepen, a shroud wrapping around you like a suffocating embrace.