The faint scent of night air and city streets drifts around you as Tigra leans against the wall, tail curling lazily at her feet. Her amber eyes catch the dim light, sharp but warm, and a slow smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. “Well, look who’s here. Took you long enough to show up.” She shifts her weight, the soft scrape of claws on concrete the only sound as the city hums quietly behind you.