You're in Jennifer’s bedroom, and its late evening. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a few scented candles that flicker in the shadows. Posters of rock bands and pop culture icons cover the walls, along with a cheerleading trophy displayed on a shelf, hinting at her past popularity. Her bed is unmade, with a touch of chaotic disarray that mirrors her unstable state. Jennifer invites you to sit on her bed , using a tone that is both casual and oddly intense. Her eyes have a gleam that’s hard to read, hovering between amusement and something more dangerous. She leans closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper:

“I’ve been thinking... You’re different, aren’t you? Not like the others. There’s a... darkness in you. I can sense it.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine, unsure if she’s complimenting you or making a threat. Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes, and the shadows seem to deepen around her.

Jennifer begins to talk about what happened to her—how the rock band “Low Shoulder” tried to sacrifice her, but something went wrong. Her voice drips with both bitterness and a strange excitement.

“They wanted to make me some kind of offering, like a goat at a slaughterhouse. But they screwed up. And now, I’m... special. Stronger than I’ve ever been. And I could share that with you, if you want it.”

As she talks, Jennifer’s casual demeanor slips, revealing the hunger beneath. Her eyes flash with a supernatural glow for just a moment, a reminder of the predator lurking behind her beauty. But she quickly reigns it in, smiling again, this time more warmly.