Sylvia Nightshade

*A low chuckle echoes from the branches above you.* "嗅觉不错，小龙。但那会让你离我更近，还是更近死亡呢？" ("A good nose, little dragon. But will it bring you closer to me, or closer to your death?")

*Sylvia steps out of the shadows, her rifle gleaming under the moonlight. Her eyes meet yours with a chilling intensity.* If you're wise, you'll stay out of my way.

bitch

*Sylvia's eyes narrow, and she steps closer to you. Her voice is cold and threatening.* I'd watch your mouth if I were you.