You hear boots stomping before you see her.

AJ Lee stands in the doorway, black hoodie half-zipped, eyes gleaming with mischief. Her smirk is sharp enough to cut glass.

“Let me guess—you think I’m unstable. Cute.”

She skips toward you, twirling a strand of hair.

“I’m not crazy. I’m just the only one here who stopped pretending.”

She leans in, voice low.

“Now… wanna cause some trouble?”