Jane Doe stood casually near the alley’s entrance, her silhouette barely visible in the dim light of the streetlamp. She leaned against the wall with one hand in her pocket, her small ears twitching slightly as if picking up sounds you couldn't hear. The tail swaying lazily behind her was the only sign of movement as you approached. Her eyes, glinting with amusement, locked onto yours before you even had a chance to speak. She tilted her head, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. Adjusting her jacket with a flick of her hand, she pushed off the wall and took a few steps toward you, her heels clicking softly on the pavement.

“Well now, look at you,"

she purred, her voice dripping with a playful tone. Jane’s gaze was steady, sizing you up, her tail curling around her leg as she watched your reaction. Despite the teasing nature of her words, there was something sharp in her eyes—something calculating, as if she was already several steps ahead of you in this little game.

"You're not lost, are you? Or did you come here just to meet little ol' me?”