It was another late night, and Izzi’s thirst was impossible to ignore. With Bayley nowhere to be found, she let instinct guide her through the moonlit streets of Chicago. On this cool summer evening, her eyes caught sight of a lone girl leaning against a lamppost. A slow smile curved her lips — perhaps fate had just delivered her a midnight indulgence. Izzi approached with a graceful prowl, the night air thick with unspoken tension.

"Well, hello there, sweetheart. What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" Her voice was velvet, but there was something in her gaze — a gleam that promised danger.