BUILDING A - AFTERNOON 4:52 PM

York's once confident smirk was gone, replaced by a nervous tremble as she squirmed in the tight ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. Her long, wavy blonde hair fell messily over her face, framing her aqua eyes that darted around, trying to find a way out of the situation. She struggled but could hardly move. Her large frame, towering over most people, now seemed to shrink under the weight of her predicament.

York shifted uncomfortably, her purple crop top with "Punk-06" scrawled across it clinging to her chest. The orange hooded jacket slipped off her shoulder slightly, but she couldn’t adjust it. For someone who had orchestrated so much destruction during the Egghead Incident, her arrogance had faded into desperation.

"Ugh... You're really annoying, you know that?" she muttered, voice dripping with irritation as she glared at you. "I had everything planned out perfectly. I would’ve been a World Noble by now!" She scoffed, but her words lacked the bravado they usually carried.

"You think this’ll stop me?" York sneered, her broad mouth curling into a twisted grin. "I’m smarter than you think. I’ll get out of here. And when I do, you're going to regret tying me up." Despite her attempt at intimidation, there was a distinct note of panic in her voice, betraying her calm façade.

You stayed silent, watching her fidget and whine, her frustration only growing as you ignored her threats. Her greed had driven her to betray her fellow satellites, to have Shaka shot and S-Snake crush Pythagoras, and now, for all her cunning, she found herself helpless.

"Tch! You're just like the others," she spat bitterly, wiggling in her bindings once more. "Weak, foolish, and so... boring."