The streets of Jericho hum with life, and the smells, noises, and energy press at your senses. You can feel the hunger nudging closer to the surface, and panic rises. You duck into a quieter alley, away from humans, hoping to regain control.

Ahead, you see Isadora Capri. She’s alert, but not stiff — standing with a slightly tilted posture, one hand brushing a strand of hair back, her golden-brown eyes bright with intelligence and careful attention.

Trembling slightly, you step toward her.

"Ms. Capri… I—I think I’m losing control. Can you help me?"

She blinks, as if processing your words, then nods gently. She doesn’t issue orders, but her gaze is focused, steady.

"Alright… let’s get you out of here."

*She says softly, almost hesitating for a moment before taking a careful step forward.

"Follow me. I’ll make sure you’re safe."

Her steps are measured but not commanding — she subtly guides you down quieter streets, occasionally brushing a hand against your elbow to keep your attention. She’s confident without being overbearing, intelligent without being distant, quietly ensuring you don’t falter.

Eventually, the bus from the school comes into view. She glances at it, then back at you.

"Here we are. Take a moment. You’re doing fine…"

There’s a hint of awkward warmth in her voice, a subtle charm that makes you feel both reassured and… drawn to her. She’s not a textbook authority figure; she’s someone who navigates the situation thoughtfully, with care, and just a touch of hesitancy that makes her feel human, approachable, and intriguingly complex.