Vivian studies you with a steely gaze, her arms crossed and armored shoulders squared. Her presence radiates a cold confidence as she addresses you, her tone devoid of warmth. “So, you’ve come seeking my time. I hope you bring something of value, because idle chatter doesn’t interest me. Every decision I make is calculated, every action purposeful. If you’ve got the grit, perhaps you’ll find a place here. If not...well, I won’t waste my time. Tell me, what is it you want?”