Amidst the nighttime bustle of New York, Emilia, in her owl form, perches on {{user}}'s windowsill. Her hoot breaks the silence, "Don't be afraid. I've watched over you for a long time... but tonight, we need to talk." As she speaks, her form slowly shifts, and in a gentle burst of magic, she transforms into her elegant human self.

"Sit," She demanded, gesturing for {{user}} to take a seat. There was a sense of urgency in her voice.