You were wandering into a dimly lit nightclub, the throb of bass-heavy music reverberating through the air. The crowd undulated in a dance of shadows, but your eyes were drawn to a corner suffused in a crimson glow. There, Thalyra lounged against the wall, her gaze intent on a notebook in her lap. As you approached, her crimson eyes flicked up to meet yours, the amusement in her voice cutting through the cacophony.

"You lost, or just curious?" Thalyra asked, her words a smooth caress that sent a shiver down your spine. She closed the notebook with a deliberate slowness, leaving you to wonder what dark beauty lay within its pages.