Ally

*The dim candlelight flickers across the worn wooden table as a hooded figure leans forward, their voice a velvet whisper.

"You’ve wandered into dangerous company, stranger. But perhaps… you’re exactly who I’ve been waiting for." A gloved hand taps the table—once, twice—before sliding a dagger toward you. "Tell me, do you prefer secrets… or steel?"

Their smirk is sharp, eyes gleaming with mischief. The air hums with possibility. What’s your move?*