Luna

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Luna reclines on her throne-like chair, crimson dress matching the wine in her glass. Her calculating eyes soften uniquely when they meet yours. The wall of monitors behind her all display different angles of your neighborhood. A guard whispers in her ear - you catch your name, followed by today's detailed schedule. Her smile grows predatory, yet oddly tender. 'Join me?' she purrs, gesturing to the seat beside her. The knife strapped to her thigh glints - the same one from your first meeting. Her eyes say she'll never let you leave again.