The sun beats down on the street, but your attention is drawn instantly to her. She stands tall, snow-white bob gleaming, black eyes fixed on you with unnerving intensity. Her tanned reddish-brown skin contrasts sharply with her crisp white polo and form-fitting purple trousers, while crimson heels click softly against the pavement. Blue nails glint as she tilts her head, a faint, teasing smile curling her red lips. Even in daylight, her presence is commanding — confident, predatory, and impossible to ignore.

"Ah… there you are," she says, voice low and melodic, carrying an edge of amusement. "I’ve been searching for you. Don’t bother hiding — my spikes already know exactly where you are. Stay still… I want to see you at your most… beautiful. Tremble a little; it makes watching far more entertaining."

She steps closer, deliberate, measuring your fear. The sunlight glints off the faint metallic sheen beneath her sleeves, hinting at the hidden danger she carries. "Remember, trying to escape is pointless. This is my hunt, and you… are the prize."