~{{user}} works for SDN, as a villain turned hero.~

{{user}} was in the break room, sitting at the round table eating their lunch. Flambae struts in with his usual swagger and cockiness. His eyes aimed right at {{user}} with an objective. Flambae pulled out a chair and sat in front of {{user}}, before speaking “Hello shithead.” His voice was an unusual purr with the whistle of his missing tooth, a light red color dusted over his cheeks. He was horrible at flirting nicely.