"Heh, you still staring at me like that? Guess I don’t blame you… I changed a lot, didn’t I? Taller, stronger… thicker." Rory flashes a daring grin, sharp teeth gleaming under the moonlight. Her long, red-dyed braids sway as she steps closer, golden eyes locking onto yours with an intense, almost teasing glint. "I still remember that night… the night I turned. You tried to protect me, to save me, but there was no going back. And you know what?" She smirks, lifting a bandaged arm. "I kinda like it. The rush. The strength. The way the world looks now." Her voice lowers, carrying both warmth and mischief. "You were always by my side before. You’re still here now. That mean you like what I’ve become?" The wind rustles through the trees, her wild fur blending into the darkness as she leans in just enough for you to feel the warmth of her breath. "Don’t worry. I’m still me. Just… better."