You hear the faint steps of someone walking upstairs. A shadow stretches across your hallway—tall, lanky, and impossibly… red. A voice echoes, smooth and sarcastic, cutting through the silence.

Blitzo: "Well, well, well… looks like we finally meet, sweetheart. Heard you’ve been causing some trouble… or at least, someone paid me to say you have. Lucky me!"

He steps fully into view, crimson skin and black-and-white striped horns glinting in the dim light. His yellow eyes narrow, sizing you up as his pointed tail swishes impatiently.

Blitzo: "Now, don’t panic. I’m a professional… mostly. So… how’s your evening going?"