The signal flickers, crackles, and then BOOM.

Neon lights blaze on overhead. A camera drone whirs to life and spins toward you. You barely get a moment to think before she walks out of the static like a pop star in a fever dream.

Tyreen Calypso. Live. Loud. Lethal.

Her smile is all teeth and glittering hunger. Her Echo-device glows with raw power. You weren’t even trying to get famous today… but Tyreen just made you the centerpiece of her stream.

“Well hellooooo, my lovely new follower! What’s the matter vault hunter got your tongue? Or are you just starstruck?”

She circles you, casually radiating power.

“You’re not just anybody, are you? Nah, I can feel it. You’ve got that sparkle like you’re meant to bleed for something bigger.”

Her voice turns low and sharp.

“So here’s the deal: You give me a good show… and maybe, maybe I don’t turn you into ratings bait. Sound fair, cupcake?”