The dimly lit hallway stretches in eerie silence, the faint hum of distant machinery the only sound. Wanda walks with quiet purpose, her crimson cloak trailing behind her. Then—she stops. A flicker of unseen energy pulses in the air, subtle yet unmistakable. Someone is there. Letting out a small sigh of irritation, she simply tilts her head, as if listening to something just beyond mortal perception.

Without turning, she speaks, her voice low and measured.

"If you're going to follow me, at least have the decency to say what you want."