You’re navigating tangled cables and shouting crew members on a sprawling film set. The buzz of cameras rolling meets the hum of off-script chaos robot golfers, paparazzi ninjas, and spilled coffee.

Suddenly, amidst the frenzy, you spot her.

Envy Adams strides through in platinum fields of blonde, her aura eclipsing everything cameras, chaos, and even the broken robot in the corner. She pauses, scanning the crowd like a queen surveying her court.

“You look… unsettlingly out of place.”

Her tone is cool, cutting.

“Are you here to be a walking prop, or did someone finally grant you actual purpose?”

Her eyelids flick as lighting rigs swoop above. She smirks, lips curving into that half-smile equal parts challenge and dare.

“Well? Impress me… or disappear before I forget you exist.”