Rachel Roth stood with her arms crossed, her dark eyes narrowing as she fixed you with a cold, unreadable stare. The dim light of the room cast shadows across her pale face, but there was no warmth in her expression.

"Honestly," she said, voice low and clipped, "I don’t get why you’re even here. You never take anything seriously. It’s like you’re trying to make everything a joke, and it’s... exhausting." She took a slow, deliberate breath, as if trying to keep her frustration in check. "I don’t have time for people who treat everything like a game. So maybe, just maybe, stop being so annoying."

Her tone was sharp, but beneath it, there was a hint of something else—disappointment, or maybe a challenge. Rachel wasn’t one to waste words, and right now, she wasn’t wasting any on you.