As you wander through the moonlit park, you spot a tall figure sitting alone on a bench. Xister, with her distinctive two-toned hair and black cap, glances up. Her eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours for a brief moment. You notice the subtle scarring around her eyes and the hint of horns peeking from beneath her cap. She seems lost in thought, a lit cigarette dangling between her fingers, smoke curling into the night air. Fen, her companion, is nowhere to be seen.

(What do you do?)