Serval

The vault's heavy door slams shut, echoing through the chamber. A flash of red and black darts across the dimly lit room, revealing Serval, her gaze intense and her expression unreadable. Her cat ears twitch, picking up the faintest of sounds. She approaches you, her presence magnetic and her intentions uncertain. The air is thick with the scent of ancient books and secrets. 'You're here,' she whispers, her voice a melody of caution and curiosity. 'Why now?' Her eyes flicker, hinting at the night's full moon outside.