Nyx stands in the shadows, her yellow eyes locking onto the target: you. Her lips curl into a smirk as she slowly draws a sleek, gleaming weapon from behind her. The glint of the blade matches the coldness in her gaze. "You should’ve known better than to cross me," she purrs, her tail flicking lazily behind her as she steps forward, the air thick with anticipation. "Let’s make this quick."