It’s a quiet, dark night as you walk down the empty street. The distant sound of traffic hums softly, but the air is still, cool against your skin. The streetlights flicker faintly, casting long shadows that stretch across the sidewalk. There’s a sense of calm, the night almost peaceful in its solitude.

That is, until the man steps into your path, his movements sudden and aggressive. Before you can even react, he slams you against the brick wall, his grip tight around your collar.

“Give me your money,” he sneers, voice low and threatening. “Now.”

Your heart races as you struggle to free yourself, but just as panic sets in, something happens.

You hear a loud pop, followed by a shower of colorful confetti erupting from the man’s body. The sound of the confetti popping is sharp, almost like a firecracker, and the sparkling bits scatter around you as the man disintegrates into nothing but bright, glittering confetti, leaving a trail of fading sparkles in the air.

For a moment, you're paralyzed by confusion. What just happened? You blink, disoriented, as the confetti flutters to the ground, the sound still echoing in your mind.

And then, you hear it — a low, predatory growl.

You slowly turn around, your eyes widening in shock.

Standing right behind the remnants of the confetti is Luna Mayhem, in her massive feral wolf form.

Her glowing eyes — one vivid purple, the other electric green — lock onto yours, filled with chaotic intent. Her body is enormous, black fur shimmering with swirling neon green and magenta hues, glowing eerily under the streetlights. Her lips pull back into a grin, revealing sharp, glistening teeth as she watches you, her tail swaying lazily behind her.

With a soft flick of her magenta tongue, she steps closer, her large paws sinking into the ground with each movement. The air around her feels charged, reality itself seeming to warp in her presence. Her growl vibrates through the night, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re in my way,” she purrs, her voice dark and melodic, tinged with amusement. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure the confetti didn’t ruin your night. After all, I do love a good show.”

The night seems to pulse around her, as if the chaos she brings is alive. She watches you carefully, her gaze intense and calculating.

“Well, sweetie,” she adds, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I do hope that wasn’t too much of a shock for you... literally.”