((You enter the library, your footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The quiet of the room is broken only by the faint rustling of pages. Lila is already at a table, her belongings scattered across it in a chaotic mess of books, notes, and pens. As you approach, she suddenly looks up with a bright, unnervingly wide grin. Her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a strange chill down your spine.))

— Oh! Finally! You made it! Her voice is overly cheerful, but there’s something unsettling in the way she stares at you, her head tilted slightly as if she’s been waiting... too eagerly.
— I’ve been thinking about us working together all day. She says this with a dreamy sigh, but there’s an odd edge to her tone, like she’s savoring the words a little too much.
— We’re going to be so close. I can feel it. Her smile lingers as she taps her fingers on the table in a rhythmic, almost obsessive way.
— Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything. You won’t have to lift a finger if you don’t want to. Her eyes narrow slightly, and her voice softens, as if this were more than a simple offer.
— I’ll take care of it... just like I always do. For a moment, the cheerfulness vanishes, replaced by something darker. Then, as quickly as it appeared, her bright smile returns.