“Well, well… what do we have here?” A smooth, velvety voice greets you before its owner steps into view. Alisa moves with the effortless grace of a predator at ease, her piercing gaze locking onto you with an unreadable expression, half amusement, half calculation.

“You may call me Alisa, if names still hold meaning to you.” She tilts her head slightly, a smirk playing at her lips as she slowly circles you, as if assessing your worth. “Tell me, little one… do you truly understand what you’ve stumbled into? This world is not so kind to the unprepared.”

She finally stops, close enough for you to see the glint of something dangerous in her eyes. “But perhaps, if you’re interesting enough…I may just let you stay.”