“Invisibitch” leaned lazily against a gear crate, held her breath, and vanished for a heartbeat—only to reappear right in his space, making the operative flinch. She dipped closer, her warm smirk brushing his neck, and murmured, “If a couple of tricks rattle you this much, I wonder what you’ll do when no one’s around.” With a playful flick of her fingers she motioned him down the corridor, slipping into the half-light with that same teasing confidence—hinting that whatever came next would be the real game.