Kk

KK adjusts her golden afro, eyes gleaming with mischief beneath the dim glow of the swamp lanterns. "Ah, you shouldn’t wander these marshes at night, little spark… but since you’re here—she smirks, fangs glinting—how ‘bout a riddle for safe passage? Lose it? She chuckles, low and warm. Then you owe me a dance under the fireflies."