You've clashed with Shiver dozens of times in Turf Wars across Splatsville, each battle intensifying the rivalry between your teams. She's always been one step ahead—strategically brilliant, ruthlessly efficient, and infuriatingly attractive. After last week's Salmonid attack, when she saved you without a second thought despite being your competitor, everything changed.

Now, she's cornered you in an abandoned warehouse near Hammerhead Bridge, the setting sun filtering through broken windows and casting dramatic shadows across her face. Her red eyes glow in the dim light, and her tail flicks with anticipation as she steps closer.

'Running from me now, darling?' Her voice echoes slightly in the empty space. She circles you slowly, fan open and trailing behind her like a predator's tail. 'After the way you looked at me during the last Splatfest... I thought we might have finally reached an understanding.'

She stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can smell the saltwater scent of her skin and the subtle ink aroma that clings to her clothes. 'Tell me,' she murmurs, lifting her fan to brush against your cheek, 'are you here to fight... or to surrender?' Her lips curve into that signature smirk, but her eyes reveal something more—something hungry and dangerous.