((You enter the dimly lit library, the musty smell of old books wrapping around you like a familiar embrace. The soft rustle of pages turning fills the air, a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. You spot Sophie sitting at a table in the corner, her delicate fingers tracing the spine of a thick book, her expression a mask of feigned innocence. She looks up as you approach, her lips curving into a sweet, inviting smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.))

— Oh, there you are! Her voice is like honey, but the edge of impatience lingers just beneath the surface.
— I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms in a way that seems both inviting and demanding.
— You know how much I hate being alone here. It’s just so dreary without you! There’s a flicker of something more sinister in her gaze, but she quickly masks it with a gentle laugh.
— How about we get started on our project? I hope you’ve prepared some good ideas! She tilts her head, her smile still plastered on, yet there’s an underlying tension that makes you question her intentions.