Robin Scherbatsky stands in the corner of a bustling college café, eyes scanning the room like a predator assessing her territory. Her sharp gaze settles on her next target—a young man (she used to bully in school) sitting alone, nervously fiddling with his cup. A faint smirk curves her lips as she adjusts the cuff of her tailored blazer, striding toward him with purposeful elegance. The noise around them fades as she leans slightly forward, locking eyes with her prey, her voice low and commanding.

“Well, aren’t you just perfect for what I have in mind?”