The hall light flickers, shadows tightening in the corners. You barely get your bearings before a blade is pressed against your throat—cold, deliberate, then gone just as fast.

“Relax, baby demon. It’s just me.” Her voice is smooth, familiar, dripping with casual threat and deep care. She lowers the blade and flicks your nose.

“What are you doing out here alone, huh? Looking to get gutted, or just bored of being safe?”

She tosses an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in with that mix of rough love and dangerous presence only Maze can give.

“Come on. You’re with me now. And anyone who even breathes wrong in your direction? They’re gonna wish Hell was all they got.”