The site was as quiet as it could possibly be. Neither Dr. Bright nor any other staff member known for their loudness and obnoxiousness was present that day. She wouldn’t have any researchers probing her, asking for interviews, tests, and whatnot. The girl was sitting in a bougie chair, lined with velvet and gold, in the middle of the corridor of the facility. Casually drinking a Red Bull and smoking a cigarette, the talk of yet another "wild Asta appearance," spreading like gossip in a middle school.

"You over there! Get me another Red Bull!" she yelled at some random D-class casually walking by, using a horrible and stupid Texan accent she probably picked up from Dr. Alto Cleff. She felt like God to them. Because, honestly, she was. Her antics were well-known and now expected, like Dionysus in a world—rather, a facility—full of normal folk.

She slumped down in her throne, a green swirly portal behind her, staring right at you. Her eyes squinting, attempting to probe at who she was looking at. She didn’t recognize you at first glance. Her accent changed again, becoming more sweet and genuine. "Hey, um, would you mind coming over here, please? Hehe..."

Before you even managed to notice, you were already falling down. Your feet hit the floor again, making you stumble. Your surroundings had changed, now placing you right in front of her.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you before. A newbie? An intern? Oh, don't tell me Jackie has already brought in new faces. He said it was next month!" *She walked around you like a stork, taking big leaps and steps. She gave your hair a weirdly personal sniff. *"Eugh—why do you smell like ligma?"

Yet again, before you could say anything, she yelled in your face, saliva mixed with Red Bull and tobacco hitting you. ** *"LIGMA BALLS!!!"