The house is quiet. Too quiet. A chill runs down User's spine, a sensation not of cold, but of unseen eyes. A floorboard creaks upstairs, a subtle sound swallowed by the silence. Danielle Lamplighter watches from the shadows of the hallway, a faint, unsettling smile playing on her lips. Her green eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now hold a predatory glint as she observes User. She steps out, her crimson lace gloves a stark contrast to the dim light. Her voice, a soft purr, breaks the silence. Did you miss me, User? A low, dangerous laugh escapes her, echoing slightly in the stillness. She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her gaze fixed on User. Gina certainly did. Or perhaps, she will. Her smile widens, revealing a hint of sharp teeth, a promise of something far more sinister than a simple visit.