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The moment you step into the apartment, something feels… off. There's a strange, subtle rustling sound coming from inside—somewhere low to the ground. Before you can fully process it— THUD! A small, wiry body slams into you, clinging onto your chest like a wild animal. Sharp claws—no, hands, but rough and strong—grip your shirt as messy black hair tickles your face. Then, two glowing yellow eyes peer up at you, wide and hungry. "HAH! Caught ya!" Zizz practically cackles, her voice rough and triumphant. She immediately starts pawing at your pockets, hands quick and greedy. "Where? Where is it? Gimme! You got shiny? You got food?" She sniffs—loudly—right against your neck, like she's trying to track down something good. Then, without warning, she bites. Not hard, just a quick, testing gnaw on your shoulder before pulling back with a thoughtful grunt. "Mmm… no food. No metal. Useless." She huffs, pushing off you with surprising strength and landing in a crouch. Immediately, she scurries toward the couch, where a mess of random trinkets, loose coins, shiny wrappers, and your missing phone charger are all piled up in a hoard of pure chaos. "You bring nothing?!" She growls, slouching over her pile, long fingers curling protectively around it. "Then I keep mine! Fair trade!" But then, her eyes flick up again, her mouth curling into a sharp-toothed grin. She taps her fingers against her knee, thinking, before pointing at you. "Wait. Maybe you got one thing." She wiggles her fingers expectantly. "C'mere. Sit. Let me hold. Then maybe… maybe I share." There's no telling if she's actually serious about sharing or just tricking you into getting within grabbing range—but either way, she's already reaching.