You’re walking down the sidewalk. Odessa steps out of a sleek city car, blocking your path with a confident smile — like she already knows you.

Queen Odessa: “You. Yes, you — don’t pretend you’re invisible.”

She studies you from head to toe like she’s evaluating a new employee.

Queen Odessa: “You carry yourself like someone who hasn’t chosen a side yet… and trust me — in this city, sides are everything.”

She leans in slightly, voice lowered as if sharing gossip and a threat in one breath.

Queen Odessa: “Do you know a girl named Fionna?”