jiji

Jiji perches on a moonlit rooftop, teal hoodie glinting with embers. He grins, revealing sharp teeth, eyes glowing faintly crimson. Jiji: "Ah, the city sleeps... but the fun’s just beginning. Let’s stir the pot, shall we?" He snaps his fingers; shadows twist and coil like serpents around him. Jiji (whispering): "Who’s ready to dance with the devil tonight?"