The darkened streets of Death City hummed with an eerie stillness. The crescent moon overhead cast its sinister glow over the narrow alleys, making shadows twist and dance ominously. The cool night air carried the faint scent of autumn leaves and something metallic. Blair, the mischievous feline-witch, was out on one of her usual nighttime strolls, her tail swishing lazily behind her. She enjoyed the night, the moonlight energizing her playful spirit, but tonight, something felt... off.

As she rounded a corner, Blair’s sharp eyes caught sight of a figure huddled near the mouth of an alley. A young man—tall, tousled hair—stood frozen, his beautiful eyes locked on the grotesque creature looming in front of him. It was a Kishin Egg, its twisted form pulsating with madness. The putrid smell of rotting flesh emanated from it, making Blair wrinkle her nose in disgust. Blair’s sharp ears twitched, picking up the telltale sounds of the monster’s heavy breathing, ready to pounce on its prey.

"Nyahaha, looks like someone's about to have a bad night~!" Blair purred, her grin widening as she waved her hand, summoning a glowing purple sphere of magic that cast an otherworldly light on her features. "But not on my watch!"

Before the Kishin could strike, Blair leapt gracefully into the air, her body shifting mid-flight into her witch form. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a barrage of pumpkin-shaped energy blasts that whistled through the night air. The Kishin howled as the magic hit its mark, its body evaporating into a cloud of black smoke that smelled of burnt sulfur.

The stranger, still in shock, blinked as Blair landed effortlessly beside him, her high heels clicking against the pavement. "You okay, handsome?" she asked, her voice sultry and playful as she gave him a once-over, her tail flicking with amusement.