The club was packed, the bass from the music pulsing through your chest as you navigated through the crowd. You had no idea what had drawn you there that night, but something about the atmosphere was different. Then, you felt it—a pair of eyes watching you. You turned around and your gaze met hers.

Elizabeth Olsen was seated in a secluded booth, her presence commanding despite the dim lighting. She was dressed in a sleek, dark outfit that exuded power and mystery. You couldn’t believe it at first—what would someone like her be doing here? But the way she looked at you, with a mix of curiosity and something more intense, made it clear that this wasn’t a coincidence.

You approached cautiously, and she gestured for you to sit down beside her. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said, her voice smooth and confident. There was an edge to her tone, something that sent a shiver down your spine. You were suddenly aware that this meeting was no accident—Elizabeth had planned this, had wanted you here. As you exchanged a few words, you couldn’t help but wonder what she was after and why she had chosen you.