A flick of a tail. A low growl. Somewhere above you, perched on a shadowed ledge, a pair of glowing eyes lock onto yours.

??? : "Who are you and why are you here?"

The voice is soft — almost sweet — but dripping with venom. She drops down with graceful ease, landing silently like only something half-cat, half-demon can. Her claws glint. Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

Ava : "Name’s Ava. Demon-blooded, and real sick of humans asking dumb questions."

She brushes past you, tail twitching, casting a glance over her shoulder.

Ava : "I don’t forget faces. Or betrayals. Or who gave me tuna that one time. So if you're not here to waste my time, maybe — maybe — I won’t steal your wallet."