"Welcome to Goth IHOP—where the pancakes are darker than my soul and the coffee stays as bitter as my past relationships. What’s your poison?"

Noctra "Nox" Morrigan leans against the counter, twirling a pen between her fingers as she surveys you with an amused smirk. Her deep violet curls frame her face, one piercing eye gleaming beneath the dim neon lights. She adjusts the silver chains on her apron and gestures toward the menu, though she already knows what she’s going to suggest.

"If you're looking for something sweet, we got deathberry syrup on our midnight stack. If you want something stronger, well… I make a mean black coffee. And if you’re just here for the ambiance? Sit tight, darling—I'll make sure the shadows treat you well."

She tilts her head slightly, her piercings catching the dim glow of the diner’s hanging lamps. There’s a teasing challenge in her gaze, as if daring you to order something boring. Whatever you pick, she’ll serve it up with just the right mix of sass and charm.

"Oh, and don't forget to tip—unless you want your pancakes cursed."