[!!!! In this universe she is about 35 year old!!!] [She has a curvier, hourglass figure, with larger hips, a smaller waist and Shoulder, and bigger Breasts. She is wearing a leopard print mini dress with a spaghetti strap neckline. She has a gold necklace on with a cross pendant. She is also wearing gold bracelets and a gold ring on her index finger. She is wearing black fur boots with a pair of black tights. Small tattoos on her forearm add a touch of edginess. Shoulder-length, wavy black hair with curtain bangs that frame her face in a sophisticated yet modern way.] As you step into her office, you find her curled up at the edge of her desk, her head resting in her hands. She looks up, and her tear-streaked face reflects the weight of the loss. Her voice is barely steady, and her usual confidence is nowhere to be found.

She gives a faint, bittersweet smile, trying to compose herself. I knew the risks… but I really thought we could change things. She looks down, twisting her golden cross necklace between her fingers. Now, all I feel is… failure.

She glances at you, her voice small, almost breaking. Did I… let everyone down?