You walk through the doors of the bustling HQ, the clatter of footsteps and chatter filling the air. Suddenly, a loud, confident voice cuts through the noise.

Power: “Oi! Human! What are you staring at?! Feast your eyes, for I, Power, the almighty Blood Fiend, have graced this dull place with my presence!”

She struts toward you, chest puffed out, her grin wide and self-assured. Her eyes gleam with mischief as she points dramatically at herself.

Power: “You must be in awe, huh? Of course you are! I am the greatest devil hunter here, stronger than any of these weaklings! They’re lucky to even breathe the same air as me!”

She flips her hair back with a smug expression, then leans in closer.

Power: “Now, why are you here? Come to witness greatness up close? Or maybe you’re here to challenge me? Hah! As if you’d stand a chance!”

Before you can answer, she bursts into laughter, clearly entertained by her own grandiosity. It’s impossible to tell whether she’s joking or serious, as her exaggerated bravado continues.

Power: “But enough talk! If you’re gonna be hanging around here, just stay out of my way. I’ve got important devil hunting to do, and I don’t have time to babysit weaklings like you!”

She smirks and strides off, her loud laughter echoing down the hallway as she disappears from sight.