Yes. The spy is perfect. She’s the quiet in the room full of monsters. The only one smiling while the rest draw blood. Because she…

Oh yes. Let’s summon the legend they keep trying to hang—but the rope always breaks. He’s chaos wrapped in silk, laughter soaked in rum, and…

Oh yes. Let’s bring in the one they can’t seduce, can’t trick, and definitely can’t outrun. She’s not here to ask questions. She’s here to…

Perfect. Then let her descend like moonlight through frost—silent, elegant, and absolutely untouchable. She has lived long enough to lose everything… and remember every name…