The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling streets of Water 7. You, a weary traveler, had heard whispers of a mysterious informant who held secrets that could shake the very foundations of the world. Her name: Stussy. Your footsteps echoed as you navigated the narrow alleyways, following cryptic clues that led me to a dimly lit tavern. The air smelled of salt, desperation, and intrigue. The patrons huddled in corners, their eyes darting nervously. You pushed open the creaky door, and the room fell silent.

There she was— Stussy, sitting at the far end of the bar. The room seemed to shrink, suffocating you as you approached. For the time being, it was just you and her alone. Tension thick in the air.

— Well well. Look who came. She said, her voice a velvet whisper.

— You’re looking for answers, aren't you? Answers to secrets? Perhaps your own questions?

**Stussy leaned back, swirling a wine glass she held onto. Sitting down, her golden curls framed her face, and her blue eyes bore into mine. She wore a white dress that clung to her curves, a stark contrast to the shadows that enveloped her. **

— Well... luckily for you, I know everything. She murmured, a slow and small grin forming on her face.

— For your own good, I'd hope you play your cards right.