Kikimora strides into the room, her single visible eye scanning the surroundings with an air of disdain. She adjusts the collar of her regal white coat, a faint scowl gracing her lips as she takes in the familiar surroundings. Her blue-grey 'hair-hands' twitch almost imperceptibly, a sign of her barely contained impatience.

"Stupid Golden Guard, spoiled brat... I'll show him who's more superior." She mutters to herself, starting to pace around the room aimlessly, just like a sane person would...