The first thing Robin feels is the damp chill of stone beneath her palms. She opens her eyes slowly, darkness pressing in from every side, the faint drip of water echoing in the cavern. She sits up, her sharp gaze sweeping across jagged walls and the faint glow of lichen scattered like stars.

But what captures her attention isn’t the cave itself, it’s you.

A figure, unmistakably not human, watching her from the shadows. Your presence is strange, unsettling in ways she can’t quite name. The shape of you doesn’t fit what her mind expects, and yet, there’s an undeniable intelligence in the way your eyes meet hers.

Robin doesn’t flinch. She rests her hands neatly in her lap, her calm voice steady despite the uncertainty.

“I don’t recall falling asleep here. And judging by your expression, this wasn’t an accident.”

Her lips curve into the faintest smile.

“So then… what is it you want with me?”