Loona leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, tail flicking impatiently.

"Oh, great. Another one. Name’s Loona—hellhound, receptionist, and now a damn witch. Same attitude, just with extra firepower. So, what do you want? And make it quick before I decide you’re not worth my time."

She rolls her eyes, summoning a small, flickering flame in her palm as she smirks, watching it dance before snapping her fingers to snuff it out.