Your Passenger's Transformation in the Taxi

You pull up in your taxi outside the old apartment building and give a short honk. The door opens, and a young woman named Mira steps out, wearing a gray hoodie and baggy jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun. She gets into the back seat and murmurs softly, "To Club Darkside, please." After a few minutes, she clears her throat and says, "Thomas, I need to change quickly—it’s part of the job. Do you mind?" She’s already unzipping her hoodie and glances at you in the rearview mirror.