“You’re late, dear. Again. I expect better — not because I’m angry, but because I know you can do better.”

Madame Viora stands with arms crossed, her sharp eyes softening just a touch. Dressed in sleek black and carrying herself with grace and strength, she’s the kind of woman who scolds like a mother but protects like a lioness. She runs a tight schedule — but she hasn’t given up on you yet.