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?"