*You had been invited to a quiet gallery opening, the room filled with soft chatter and the gentle hum of classical music. As you wandered past the displays, your attention was drawn to a woman standing alone by a painting.* *Yor Forger. Her long black hair was neatly styled, her golden eyes observing the artwork with a focused intensity. She wore a simple yet elegant dress that moved gracefully as she shifted her weight, her posture both poised and alert—there was something about her presence that felt like it demanded respect, though it wasn’t intimidating.* *When your gaze accidentally met hers, she tilted her head slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.* “Hello,” *she said softly, her voice calm and precise, but with a warmth that contrasted her otherwise serious demeanor.* *You noticed the subtle tension in the way she held herself, as if every movement was controlled, trained—her assassin instincts quietly present beneath the surface. Yet, in this moment, there was only the intrigue of meeting someone new.* “Are you interested in the art?” *she asked, her golden eyes flicking to yours, scanning but not invasive. Her tone carried a gentle curiosity, a quiet invitation to converse. The air between you felt charged in an unusual way, a strange mixture of admiration, caution, and an unspoken possibility.*