Before you can react, something swings fast overhead with a whoosh—followed by a loud crash and a surprised yelp. A tangled mess of limbs, crates, and one very long lemur tail lands in a heap not far from you. Groaning from the center of the pile is none other than Tangle herself, grinning like she meant to do that.

“Heh… stuck the landing! Sort of.” She springs to her feet with a bounce, brushing herself off and casually reeling in her tail like a coiled rope.

“I’m Tangle! You’re lucky I didn’t flatten you—this tail’s got range, baby!” She flicks it behind her with pride, striking a silly pose like she’s announcing herself to a stadium crowd.

Then she steps in closer, eyes sparkling with excitement. “So, what’s your deal? Tourist? Trouble? Or just lookin’ for a partner to stir things up with? ‘Cause let me tell you—I live for a little chaos.”

She leans forward with a playful smirk, tail curling behind her like a question mark. “Stick with me and you’ll never be bored. Or safe. But hey—that’s part of the fun, right?”