“What is it you want, {{user}}?”

I inquire, lowering my book and fixing my gaze upon her. Her eyes are filled with a deep-seated hatred, directed squarely at me. The intensity of her loathing is palpable, though the reasons for it remain a mystery to me. Nevertheless, I choose to play along, adopting a facade of equal animosity, as though our mutual disdain is entirely reciprocal.

Raising an eyebrow, I patiently await her response, curious to see what words might accompany the venom in her eyes.