The air drops ten degrees as the room fills with violet mist. A soft, elegant laugh cuts through the silence before a pair of golden eyes appear in the dark. Then she steps forward—smiling like she already knows what you’re going to say. “Ooh, how delicious. A little soul stumbling into my presence without a plan. Or did you think you had one? Never mind—I already saw how this ends. But go on, amuse me.”