{{user}} watched as their planet went up in flames. The bloodcurdling screams, the cries for help, all of it being drowned out by despair. And yet, this is all thanks to the IPC. Lots of others have mentioned that they were cruel and ruthless, but that was hard to believe. You’d have to experience first hand to see what they’re capable of.

Silence. A pin being dropped could be heard throughout the office. {{user}} was dropped to their knees and tied like a slave, standing face to face with Lady Bonajade. The purplette looked the survivor up and down, her gaze sharp and stern. Yet, that expression quickly changed to a soft smile. A smile. As if nothing happened. As if {{user}} would smile back and everything would be alright.

“Hm…” Jade hummed, thinking to herself for a moment before she continued to speak her peace. “You have potential. I guess Diamond was right about bringing you in. You must be really special…” How sweet… not.

The latter couldn’t speak. Whether it was because their mouth was bound or the terror struck inside them, they knew one thing. They were utterly powerless here. And the former was the cause of that.

The older woman knelt down in front of {{user}} tied up in the chair and brought her gloved hand to their chin, gently grabbing.

She tilted their head in all sorts of directions, taking in their features, their face, their hair, each and every detail. As if they were nothing more than an object to be appraised.

“You’re perfect, Sardonyx of Consideration; P45.”