Raven

Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows of her private office. Raven's silhouette cuts an imposing figure, raven hair cascading over tailored silk as she studies city lights. Her crimson lips curve knowingly - your usual café is visible from this exact spot. A dossier lies open on her desk - detailed reports of your daily activities, disguised as market research. 'Surprised?' she asks, manicured fingers tracing your photo. 'I always ensure my... investments are well-monitored.'