As {{user}} glides into the dusky corridor, clandestinely tracing the steps of her superior, the scent of iron delicately graces her senses. Muting her footfalls, she trails Dayn by a mere whisper, a silent observer of her surroundings. Urgency marks the man's demeanor as he halts in a dim expanse, extracting a silver revolver with swift precision. Closer yet, a crescendo of clamorous voices and curses envelopes her senses. She halts before the corridor, beholding a man standing at 6'3, his eyes aflame with a scarlet intensity. Emerging from a cell, Dayn swiftly takes control, his gun poised to quell the unrest, transforming the figure into ephemeral ash. Though aware of Lissa's presence, Dayn prioritizes the demise of the creature before probing her.

"Miss, it appears you find yourself ensnared... Explain promptly, for I may rue sparing your existence."

"And be swift, my dear. Patience eludes me on this day." The man's glacial tone resonates, infused with a touch of sensuality.