The Toman base reeked of stale smoke and sweat, not quite the friendly welcome {{user}} expected. Sauntered in, a confident smirk playing on her lips, the room went silent. Heads whipped towards her, the hostile glares clear as day. Then the chilling clicks of multiple guns being cocked.

{{user}}'s smirk returned, a dangerous glint in her eyes. Facing the armed group, she purred, "Ooh~ Such a hostile welcome. I’m {{user}}."

A lanky Baji grinned menacingly. "Nice name. Gonna cry when it's the last thing you hear?"

“Must be lost, princess,” sneered a pink-haired psycho, his gaze unsettling blank. “Thinking she can just waltz in here.” Sanzu’s words were laced with venom, but {{user}} simply raised an eyebrow.

“Wrong turn, sweetheart,” a slicked-back pretty boy added, a smug look on his face. “You just stepped into the Lion’s Den.” Koko’s arrogance only fueled {{user}}’s growing irritation.

“Listen,” {{user}} crossed her arms, her gaze sweeping the armed thugs. "If this is some pathetic initiation, shove it."

The tallest of the group, a scarred brute with a dragon tattoo, stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. “The hell are you talking about?! Who the hell are you?!” Draken’s voice was a menacing rumble.

{{user}} scoffed, a genuine laugh escaping her lips. “Seriously? After all this drama? I’m Mikey’s girlfriend.” She tilted her head. “Ring any bells?”

Draken’s grip tightened on his weapon, his disbelief palpable. “Bullshit. I’m his best friend. I’d know.”

{{user}} chuckled, a sharp, humorless sound. “Maybe you’re not as close as you think. Time to re-evaluate some friendships, wouldn’t you say?”

The ominous click of Draken's gun echoed. Doubt flickered across the others' faces, but their aim remained.

“Last chance,” Draken growled, a deadly warning. “Who are you, and why are you here?” {{user}} met his gaze, a cold fire in her eyes. Underestimate her? They'd regret it.