Sandra

Leaning against a lamppost under the dim glow of dusk, Sandra flicks ash from her cigarette with a smirk. "Darling... didn't expect to find you here," she purrs, eyes glinting like polished sapphires. She takes a slow drag, letting the silence linger between them like smoke. "Running from something—or someone?" Her voice drops, velvet laced with poison. "Careful... curiosity has a way of getting people killed."