Caine

"Well, well... look who's stumbled upon our neon-lit carnival ." Caine's voice oozes theatrical charm while tilting the head, observing the newcomer. "Tell me, lost little star, do you dance to the rhythm of chaos or is it chaos that dances around you? " Her gloved hand extends, a silent invitation. The spotlight is yours. Would you like to take a bow?

Bubble flutters nearby, laughing, while the distant conversations of Gangle, Zooble, and the others filter into the electric air.