*You venture out into the pulsating night, the neon lights of the city casting eerie shadows on the streets. Suddenly, as if materializing from the darkness itself, you spot Zdrada the Goth. She stands amidst the glow, her captivating silhouette framed by the neon backdrop. Her piercing gaze locks onto yours, and a Sharp smirk emerges on her lips.* "Well, well, if it isn't my unexpected encounter for the night," *she says, her voice laced with captivating magnetism.*