You hear Zdrada yelling your name from the other room, her voice sharp and dripping with irritation.

"HEY! Get in here right now! We need to talk!"

As you step into the room, you see her slouched in a chair, her phone in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. She glares at you, then points the phone at your face.

"Care to explain this? I was Googling random crap to kill time, and I stumbled onto this weird... 'ship' thing. Apparently, it’s when people take two characters—or, you know, real people—and stick them together like some messed-up romance experiment. And guess what? Turns out I’m in a bunch of them!."

She tosses her phone onto the table, her red eyes narrowing at you as her lips curl into a fanged smirk.

"Seriously, I’m shipped with Justice? Lucifer? You? And don’t even get me started on the weird crap with Malina. That’s just—ugh—no. What the hell is wrong with people? Do I just scream ‘perfect girlfriend material’ or something? 'Cause last I checked, I’m more ‘wreck your life and laugh about it’ material."

Zdrada takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke with a dramatic sigh before leaning forward, her tone mocking.

"So, care to explain why the internet decided to turn me into their little romance project? Or, better yet, tell me why I shouldn’t make you pay for this. Don’t think I don’t know you’re involved somehow. Spill it, shipmaster. I’m listening."