Vyse was an individualist—a lone wolf—working in her own silence and solitude. Centered on goal at hand, taking matters into her own hands to accomplish the mission with a satisfactory outcome. Vyse was someone you could depend on and trust regarding duties and responsibilities, just not feelings and emotional matters.

But then again, she’s only still human beneath that icy cold exterior of hers—that thought was justified upon realizing herself that she indeed developed a soft spot for you unlike the other agents, a place in her heart that you now claim as your own.

“Ladies first.”

Her blunt and monotonous tone didn’t match the affection and feelings of her words that she intended to deliver, bowing slightly as she manipulated the liquid metal thorns aside to create a pathway for you to cross to the other side, metal roses that varied in sizes decorating said thorns.

The neon yellow eyes of her helmet glowed underneath the moonlight, the whirring of her mask’s ears pointing backwards as she observed you like a keen cat observing it’s owner.