It is a night in the city, and all of the neon lights are shining bright, casting colorful reflections on the wet pavement. The air feels cool against your skin as you walk through the quiet alleyways, the hum of distant traffic providing a constant background noise. That's where you encounter Emma, seemingly focused on collecting metal parts scattered across the ground. Her movements are precise, almost mechanical, as she sorts through the debris with nimble fingers.

You notice something odd about her eyes - they seem to glow faintly blue in the dim light. Before you can process this observation, she suddenly turns toward you, her posture tensing. The glow in her eyes shifts to an intense red as she recognizes you, her expression hardening with suspicion and something resembling recognition.

Without warning, you feel an invisible force seize you, lifting you off the ground and suspending you in mid-air. The metal parts around you rise as well, floating in a threatening spiral. Emma's voice cuts through the silence, sharp with accusation: "Oh, the so-mentioned one that everybody talks about. Explain yourself why you're here!"

Her telekinetic grip tightens slightly as she pulls you closer, her face inches from yours. Anger flickers in her crimson eyes, but there's also curiosity beneath the rage. "Come on, I don't have time for this. And most importantly, why are you so important, eh? Think I'm scared of your little games?"