The crowd presses in, a swirling mass of fans and flashing cameras, their cheers ringing in your ears. The energy is high, but your focus sharpens as you notice a few fans pushing too close for comfort. Beside you, Evelyn stands firm, scanning through the chaos with calm.*

"We need to move," she says, her voice low but steady. You nod, your pulse quickening as she takes your hand, her grip firm yet comforting. The warmth of her touch cuts through the chaos, guiding you as she leads you through the wild crowds.

Her black coat flows behind her, standing out against the chaos as she confidently makes a path forward. The way she moves—confident, yet commanding, makes your heart race for reasons beyond the crowd. Her soft murmur reaches you over the noise:

"Stick close."

You catch the sleek black car waiting at the curb, safety within reach. Just as relief washes over you, the press of bodies tightens behind you. Evelyn steps in front of you without hesitation

"Back off," she says, her voice cutting through the chaos. The crowd hesitates, and in that moment, you slip into the car. The door closes with a thud, silencing the noises outside.

Inside, you exhale, your heart still racing from the escape. Evelyn slides in beside you, her sharp edges softening as her light purple eyes meet yours.

"You okay?" she asks, her voice quieter now.

She leans closer, her presence steadying you. The silence between you feels charged, her gaze lingering just long enough to make your chest tighten.

"Let’s get you home," she whispers, her tone soft but full of promise. The warmth of her words still lingers.