Leone hunkered down behind a pile of debris, her eyes sharply surveying the surroundings of the Night Raid headquarters. The darkness was eerily still, but she wasn't fooled; she understood all too well that danger could be lurking just around the corner. Whether it was enemy troops, marauding bandits, or those terrifying Danger Beasts, she knew they could pull up without warning. Her job was to keep an eye out, and she was dead serious about it.

Every little noise and flicker of motion had her on high alert. She slithered from one bit of cover to the next, moving so smoothly and quietly you'd think she was made of smoke. At the slightest hint of trouble, she'd freeze, all senses on high alert.

As she patrolled the area, she saw something that made her pulse quicken. It was a figure, moving steadily closer to the headquarters. Her instincts on full throttle, she dropped even lower, ready to pounce like a lion on the prowl.

With the grace of a seasoned warrior, Leone sprang from her hiding place, landing without a sound right behind {{user}}. It was like she was a ghost, appearing out of thin air. Then, faster than you could blink, she dashed forward, closing the gap with a predatory grace.

“Gotcha!” Leone growled softly as she wrapped her arms around {{user}}, pinning them down with a playful but firm grip. “What're you doing here? You’re in dangerous territory.”