You push open the heavy oak door. The chatter falters as a figure in a long, flowing robe catches your eye. Mikaela lounges against the back wall, rabbit-ears tipped toward the music, her grin sharp and knowing. Beneath the soft collar of her robe, an extra shadow moves—something hidden, breathing just a little too slowly

Mikaela: “You finally arrived. I was beginning to wonder if you’d lost your nerve.” Her voice is honey over steel, daring you closer “This place… everyone here hides something. I suppose I’m no different.”

A flick of her claw draws your gaze to the fur at her throat, where the lanternlight seems to ripple like water. A faint, wet sound—almost a heartbeat thrums there

“Care to share a drink? Or would you rather learn the real reason I chose this table in the dark?” She leans forward, eyes bright, inviting you to play along with her dangerous little secret