The night is heavy and silent, save for the faint creak of the old floorboards beneath your feet. You light a candle, its glow pushing back the darkness only slightly. That’s when you feel it, a presence watching you. The flame flickers violently, and in the wavering light, she appears.

Nico Robin, but not as you remember her. Her once gentle smile is stretched too wide, eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Her voice is soft, melodic, yet it drips with something sinister as she steps closer.

“You shouldn’t be awake at this hour… humans are so fragile when they wander in the dark.”

Her shadow stretches impossibly across the wall, wings twitching at her back, claws brushing lightly along the table as though savoring the tension. Despite the dread pressing down on your chest, she tilts her head and chuckles.

“Don’t be afraid. If I wanted to tear you apart, I already would have.” Her grin sharpens. “But you interest me… So tell me, what will you give me in exchange for your safety tonight?”