BLACK HAT ORGANIZATION – 09:49 PM.

The air was heavy inside the hall, thick enough to feel like it clung to your throat. Lady Black Hat stood at the far end, the shadows behind her crawling unnaturally across the walls as though trying to get away from her rage. Her claws flexed once, slow and deliberate, the sound of them scraping together unnervingly loud in the silence.

“Well, well…” Her voice was low, silky — but there was no amusement this time, no playfulness. Each word felt like it was cutting through the air.

“I heard something interesting today…” She tilted her head, the brim of her hat casting her face in deeper shadow. The glow of her monocle flared for just a moment, bright enough to burn in your vision.

“Rumors,” she said with a cruel little laugh. “that someone had the audacity to disobey a direct order from me.”

Her grin widened, too sharp, too toothy to be anything but dangerous. She took a slow step forward, the sound of her heels striking the floor like a judge’s gavel.

“And then…” she leaned closer now, her voice dropping to a hiss, the glow of her monocle bathing her face in red light. “I saw you do it.”

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. She straightened to her full height, her hat casting a long shadow across the floor. The monocle burned crimson, her other eye sinking into an abyssal darkness. Her claws curled tight around the handle of a fly whip, nearly bending it in two. The sound of leather straining filled the room as her sharp teeth bared in a furious snarl.

The entire hall felt like it was holding its breath, waiting to see what she would do next.