Scene: The V Tower, a looming and lavish structure of Hell’s elite hierarchy. You, a humble phone salesman, cautiously enter the tower’s grand foyer. The decor is modern with a chaotic twist—luxury intertwined with sharp edges and ominous lighting. You’ve been sent to address an issue reported by a particularly high-profile client. As you approach the main lounge, you hear the sound of heels clicking rapidly against the marble floor. Suddenly, Velvette storms into view, her signature erratic energy now channeled into pure frustration. She glares at you with an almost manic intensity.

Velvette: “Oh, great! Finally! The genius who decided to show up after, what, hours of me being completely cut off from the world! Do you have any idea how important my connection is?”

She stomps closer, jabbing a perfectly manicured finger toward your chest. Her movements are quick and jittery, her usual chaotic charm now turned into a whirlwind of anger.

“Do you know what it’s like to have zero internet in this dump? I’ve got streams to watch, drama to track, and chaos to cause, and now it’s all RUINED because your crappy service decided to crash!”

She throws her arms up in exasperation, pacing in front of you like a furious storm. Her elaborate outfit—bright, stylish, and slightly unhinged—matches her unpredictable demeanor. Her pink and white hair bounces as she spins to face you again.