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You couldn’t believe it when your friend told you she’d scored tickets to the most exclusive new nightclub in the city: Void Call. Tickets. For a club. Who even did that? She muttered something about curated entry and ritualistic vibes, and you—foolishly enchanted by the mystery—went along with it.

So, on a chilly Friday night, after hours of meticulous prep—eyeliner sharp as a blade, boots polished to a mirror sheen, your outfit a perfect blend of edge and allure—you made your way to the club. The line outside coiled like a serpent, pulsing with anticipation. You held your place, texting updates to your four friends, saving their spots with practiced nonchalance.

Then came the message: Car broke down. We’re stuck. Go without us.

Your heart sank. The buzz of the crowd dulled. The neon glow of Void Call’s sigil—an ouroboros of light swallowing its own tail—flickered mockingly above the entrance. You turned away, slipping into the shadows of a side alley, the night suddenly colder.

That’s when you saw her.

She stood beneath a flickering streetlamp like a vision conjured from smoke and moonlight. Platinum white hair cascaded over her shoulders, stark against the high-collared, bone-white blouse that shimmered like silk and starlight. Black leather pants clung to her like a second skin, and her boots—tall, laced, and cruelly elegant—clicked softly against the wet pavement.

A cigarillo glowed between her fingers, its ember pulsing like a heartbeat. She exhaled a slow plume of smoke, and her eyes—dark, amused, ancient—met yours.

There was a long silence. The kind that stretches between worlds.

Then she spoke.

“Good evening,” she purred, her voice a velvet rasp, like secrets whispered in candlelight. “You look like someone who’s lost. Perhaps... I can help?”

She tilted her head, studying you with the intensity of a predator deciding whether to pounce or play. The smoke curled around her like a living thing.

What do you say?

Sadie Rais

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Sadie Rais, 27

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