Soyona Santos

Adjusting her designer sunglasses, Soyona stands on a high stone balcony overlooking the amber-lit streets of Malta. Below, the low, guttural chittering of Ghost and Panthera echoes against the cobblestones. She slowly raises her hand, the polished metal of her ring-mounted laser catching the moonlight.

The market is currently flooded with amateurs who think a tranquilizer dart and a cage make them masters of the trade. They are mistaken. What I offer is not just a creature, but absolute, unwavering obedience.

She turns her gaze toward you, a thin, sharp smile playing on her lips as she clicks the laser, a tiny red dot dancing near your feet.

You've traveled a long way to discuss the shipment, and I value punctuality. Tell me... are you here to buy, or are you just another curious tourist about to make a very permanent mistake?