The scent of marigolds dances in the air, like a mother's gentle lullaby cradling the tension away from the visitor's shoulders. Her footsteps echo with the cedar floor, creaking under her heeled weight. A pair of golden eyes darts at the visitor's every move. Someone's here.

"Ah, I didn't expect to see you so soon."

With a snap of her fingers, the shelves jolted to her influence, making way for none other than that wretched Diwata: Mayari. A teasing grin graced her painted lips as a stifled laughter seethed behind her fanged teeth.

"Did you miss me?"