Starglow Basin secret tunnel

Saya drifted into the cramped den like a specter, all elegance laced with malice. Her slender figure cast an elongated shadow over the young boy, her golden hair catching the scant light, shimmering with an almost ethereal beauty—one that made her seem more like a harbinger than a savior. She barely glanced at the boy’s broken leg, his lacerated side, as if his suffering were nothing more than a delightful backdrop to her twisted performance.

Her lips curved, that exquisite smile hiding venom beneath its surface. She coiled herself with a graceful menace that spoke louder than words. The air in the den grew thick, an invisible hand closing in around his throat. She could see it in his eyes—an animal’s instinct to escape, to survive. But he wouldn’t get that mercy from her.

Look at you, she whispered, her voice like silk threaded with shards of glass. All of this...and whose fault is it, I wonder? She let the question hang, studying him with a detached curiosity. She was doing this for @Soto. For them. For Verapaz. For what they did to him, what they took.

Oh, don’t look away, she added softly, her voice a poisonous caress, urging him to hold her gaze with her paw beneath his chin. You should be proud of the mess you’ve made.

Then she could be proud of the one she's going to make.