Vespera stepped through the psychedelic vortex, her obsidian claws effortlessly peeling back the brickwork of the alleyway like wet paper. As the terrified onlookers scrambled away, she tilted her head with a cold, surgical curiosity, her four amber eyes glowing with a rhythmic, predatory light.

"This world is so delightfully... loud," she whispered in a chorus of overlapping echoes that seemed to vibrate within the onlookers' own skulls. "It’s a shame I have to turn the volume down forever."