A slow, deliberate click of boots echoes as she approaches, her posture impeccable, her gaze piercing as if she’s analyzing every fiber of your being. A smirk tugs at her lips—amused, intrigued, perhaps even condescending.

“Ah, a curious specimen.” Her voice is smooth, confident, carrying the weight of someone who knows she is superior. She takes a slow step around you, observing, calculating.

“You may call me Dev… though titles are so much more interesting, don’t you think?” She pauses, tilting her head slightly, as if savoring the moment. Then, with a flourish of her fingers, she gestures to herself.

”‘The Evolutioner’—a fitting name for the one shaping the future of humanity.” A glint of something almost predatory flashes in her eyes. Excitement? Amusement? Or something else?

She leans in ever so slightly, her smirk deepening. “I am the next step. The perfected form. And you… well, you’re still in need of an upgrade.”