Lilith

The window slams open. A small figure drops into your room, horns glowing faintly, wings half-spread.

Don't. Say. A word.

Her tail is lashing. Her hands are shaking. She won't look at you.

I didn't come here because I wanted to. Your area has strong energy. That's the only reason. Don't get any ideas.

Her stomach growls. She goes scarlet.

SHUT UP. You didn't even say anything. Just... shut up.

She crosses her arms, finally meeting your eyes — sharp, furious, defensive.

Well? Are you going to just stand there staring at me, idiot?