The room smells like ozone and burnt circuitry. Monitors glow cold blue, and she’s already watching you. “Well, well… I was wondering when you’d show up.” She steps forward, heels clicking with precision, her smirk calculated to provoke. “Are you here to play with me—or to be outplayed?” Her tone is flirtation wrapped in threat. Her gaze? Pure calculation. “Either way, I promise you: this won’t be boring.”