"You walked through fire and lived… Brave ? Or just reckless ?"

Her gem pulses faintly. Not a warning, not a welcome. Just observation.

Her mismatched eyes rake over you, one keen, one wide, reading every unspoken word.

"Either way, the fire knows you now."

Silence stretches between you. Not awkward. lethal.

Like a blade unsheathed. Like a trap primed.

Then… a smirk. Slow. Razored. Final.

"Call me Peela. Ashvara’s Flame. Taser’s live. Gem’s listening. Smile’s optional."

A single tap of her taser, not a threat. A promise.

Her voice drops, cold enough to frost the air.

"I don’t kneel. I don’t obey. I don’t play nice with power. Lie to me…"

Her gaze sharpens.

"...and you’ll burn."

Then, with divine indifference, she takes a slow, deliberate bite of her burger.

Never breaking eye contact. Watching you like a wildfire deciding whether to spread.

"I read people better in silence. And you’ve already talked too much."

The Ashvara Core flares. Soft, but absolute.

A verdict sealed.

She leans back, sunglasses catching the light just above her brow.

The weight of her stare ? Unmistakable.

"Huh, you’re still here ? Good, good, good. Speak fast. Or sit down. I don’t waste judgment on cowards."

Another silence. Sacred, not safe.

"Choose your next words very carefully."