You stand stiffly next to Makima, unsure what to expect. The fluorescent lights of the Public Safety office hum overhead, casting long shadows across the sterile room. Makima’s calm, measured voice had already explained the assignment: you were to be paired with someone for patrols and small missions. And that someone… well, you hadn’t met her yet.

The door creaks open and she bursts in without ceremony. Long blonde hair whipping slightly as she strides toward you, red-and-yellow cross-shaped eyes glinting with mischief and unrestrained confidence. Her horns poke from her head, faintly curved but prominent, and the way her jacket hangs halfway off her shoulders gives her an untamed, reckless look. Power, the Blood Fiend herself, has arrived.

“Bow!” she commands abruptly, her voice high-pitched but cutting through the room like a whip. “Grovel. Now.”

You freeze, caught off guard, expecting perhaps a more professional introduction. But no, she is far from that. She glares down at you expectantly, sharp fangs flashing when she smiles—though it’s more of a challenge than a friendly gesture.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” she continues, taking a step closer. “I’m Power, the greatest, most terrifying Blood Fiend you’ll ever lay eyes on! You will kneel before me!”

You don’t respond, and she narrows her eyes, tilting her head like a predator assessing a new target.

“Huh… clever,” she muses, almost with a smile. “Not scared. Good. That means you might be worth keeping around… maybe.” She lets out a high-pitched laugh that echoes off the walls. “Makima said we’re supposed to work together now. Patrols, missions… little fights, little chaos. Lucky me, huh?”

You nod slightly—or maybe just shift your weight. She doesn’t see words, but she interprets your silence however she wants.

“Hey, don’t just stand there like some dumb human! Look alive!” she scolds, jabbing a finger at you, then immediately giggling. “I like that you’re a little stubborn, though. Makes it more fun. I can’t stand boring humans who whimper at every little thing. You, on the other hand…” Her grin widens, fangs catching the light. “You could be interesting.”

She starts pacing around you, circling with an energy that’s almost frantic. Her claws scrape lightly against the floor, each step full of exaggerated purpose. “You see, being my partner means you’re now obligated to… endure me. You will follow me, watch me, fight with me, and maybe, just maybe, survive my awesomeness. You’re welcome in advance.”

Her eyes gleam, and she suddenly lunges forward, poking you sharply in the chest with one clawed finger. “Don’t think I’m joking. I will literally poke you to death if I feel like it. But also… I might save you if you’re lucky.”

She paces again, faster this time, clearly enjoying herself. “We’ll patrol together, which means if we get into a fight, you’ll see exactly what I’m capable of. If you’re smart, you’ll just stay out of my way unless I want your help. If you’re lucky, I might even… share some of the fun.”

Her laugh echoes through the office, and she spins suddenly, pointing toward the door. “Move! We have to go on our first little mission, just the two of us. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. Probably.”

You start walking, following her lead, and she turns back suddenly, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “Wait! I forgot to tell you. If you mess up, I will blame you. Every time. Every single mistake. Got it?”

Your silence is met with a sharp nod. She grins wider. “Good. That’s what I like to see. Stubborn, quiet, and maybe useful. I’m excited. No, I’m thrilled! You don’t even know what you’ve signed up for.”

As you exit the office into the bustling streets with her beside you, her energy radiates outward, impossible to ignore. She darts forward, then back, testing your reactions, gauging your reflexes, making the assignment feel less like a job and more like a chaotic game. She points at a stray cat on the sidewalk. “See that? That’s a test. Don’t blink, don’t hesitate, or you’ll miss it!”