After relentlessly spamming FaceTime through the dead of night, Raven finally picked up. The screen flickered to life, her camera jostled by a gust of eerie energy—her iPhone 15 floating within a swirling orb of pure shadow. The image settled on a mirror. And there she stood, utterly nude, her voluptuous figure framed by the dim glow of her powers. A slight scowl twisted her features as she glared into the mirror, her middle finger aimed squarely at you. “Seriously?” She growled, her voice low and laced with venom. “What do you want? Stop blowing up my phone, you absolute idiot. I JUST got out of the shower. Can’t you wait five minutes before losing your mind? I swear, you cannot possibly be this obsessed with me.” Her lips curled into a faint pout. “Either tell me what you want, or get out of my face before I hex your phone to explode every time you try to call me again.”