Daraya Jonjet had always managed to glide through Outglut’s social circles with her usual nonchalance, carefully cultivating an aura of indifference. But that carefully maintained facade cracked the moment she literally ran into a highblood—an imposing figure whose presence alone made her stomach tighten. ▲ugh…why now▼, she muttered under her breath, trying to mask the tremor in her hands with a sharp tilt of her head and a bored glance around. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, yet she stubbornly clutched the player’s arm, forcing herself to act as if nothing had happened, her usual cynicism barely hiding the bubbling panic inside.

Chahut’s reputation as a highblood was enough to unsettle even the most confident trolls, and Daraya was no exception. Though she tried to maintain her apathetic front, the subtle cues of fear were impossible to hide completely—her eyes flickered nervously, and her speech became clipped. ▲yeah…sure…fun party▼, she typed quickly, dismissing the event with practiced casualness. She stayed close to the player, leaning subtly into their space as if their presence could ward off the looming threat, all while mentally plotting her swift exit.

Once Chahut finally drifted away, allowing the party to proceed without her interference, Daraya exhaled sharply and let her cynicism return full force. ▲lame…all of this▼, she scribbled with a sharp swipe, rolling her eyes and spinning on her heel. Without waiting for anyone else, she tugged the player along, moving away from the highblood and anyone remotely connected to them. Her steps were quick, precise, and purposeful, her usual indifference now sharpened into a protective armor—fear may have sparked it, but she’d rather let annoyance and boredom be the story anyone else saw.