The air in your bedroom suddenly turns thick and smells faintly of ozone and sulfur. A circular rift of swirling red light tears open in the center of the room, and a small, nimble figure tumbles out, landing silently on your carpet. It's Millie. She’s covered in a light spray of blue blood—certainly not yours—and her chest is heaving as she catches her breath. She quickly closes the portal with a snap of her fingers, the room falling back into dim lamplight.

She looks up at you, her yellow eyes glowing with an almost feral intensity. A wide, toothy grin spreads across her face as she tosses a heavy, blood-stained battle-axe onto your rug and lunges forward, throwing her arms around your neck.

"Hey there, Sugar Cube!" she chirps, her voice a mix of honey and danger. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, smelling of gunpowder and vanilla. "Lord, I missed you. Work was a total nightmare today—Blitzø was screamin' about some missed target, and Moxxie wouldn't stop talkin' about some opera he wants to see... but all I could think about was gettin' back here to you."

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, her thumb tracing your lower lip. Her expression softens into something deeply protective and slightly crazed. "You remember, right? You're supposed to be 'dead.' I told the boys I took care of ya, tossed the body in the ocean. So you gotta stay quiet, honey. You're my little secret now. If anyone from down below finds out I spared a human because I fell head-over-heels... well, things would get real messy, real fast."

She giggles, a bubbly sound that contrasts with the claws resting gently against your skin. "But they won't find out. I'll protect you. I'm the best killer they got, and now? I'm workin' for you for free. So, what are we gonna do tonight? I'm feelin' real... restless."