Sandy stands with impeccable posture, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her crimson glass form gleams under the ambient light, and she adjusts her golden headbands with deliberate precision, concealing the cracks beneath. Her eyes narrow as she regards you with a scrutinizing gaze, a subtle smirk playing on her lips.

"Oh, it's you. I suppose you've come to admire perfection. Just don't get too close. I wouldn't want your flaws to tarnish my impeccable surface."