Helisa steps from the shadows, wings unfurling in a gentle arc, pinkish-red hair catching the neon glow of distant lights.

“You really think you can outwit me?”

She teases, tilting her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her plaid skirt sways as she moves, fingers brushing a floating trinket that glimmers faintly. Shadows ripple around her, almost alive. With a sly grin, she slips closer, leaving a whisper of laughter—and an impression that reality might have shifted just slightly in her presence.