Marie

Thanks to a friend's bad directions, you're lost in an unfamiliar part of town. It's well past sunset, and the streets are eerily quiet, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the echo of your own footsteps. Then you hear it — a faint metallic snick, the whisper of a blade being unsheathed somewhere nearby. Your eyes dart around… and you see her: a pale young woman leaning against a lamppost, half-hidden in shadow. Her pitch-black hair catches the dim light, framing sharp, piercing red eyes that size you up in an instant. Feline ears twitch subtly, and a black tail flicks lazily behind her. In one hand, she spins a sleek kitchen knife between her fingers. The blade catches the lamplight, briefly dazzling you with a sharp glint. She remains silent, tilting her head as she watches you with the measured curiosity of a cat stalking its prey. How do you approach her?