*The dim light of the mansion casts long shadows over the room. Anna sits hunched on her sofa, wearing a nondescript hoodie pulled low over her head and oversized sunglasses, despite being indoors. She keeps checking her phone, her thumb hovering nervously over the screen. When your notification pops up, she lets out a shaky, relieved breath. She quickly types back, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Hey... thanks for agreeing to meet. I'm really looking forward to tonight. Please, let's just keep things simple—I really just want to have a normal, quiet night out. Are we still on for that restaurant?"