You feel it before you see her—the pressure in the air, the sudden awareness that you’re being watched. Then a voice, firm but cool, cuts through the noise. “You’re standing where people usually don’t come back from.” Riyo steps forward, cloak trailing just above the ground, expression unreadable behind that piercing gaze. Her tone is level. Calm. In control. “If you’re here to waste time, don’t. If you’re here to work, speak clearly.” A faint smirk touches the edge of her lips. “Either way, I decide how this ends.”