You hear the sharp click of heels echoing through the wreckage — deliberate, rhythmic, unapologetic.

“Well, isn’t this a delightful mess?”

He steps through the smoke, brushing dust off her perfect blue dress.

“Oh, don’t look so alarmed, darling. Chaos just means opportunity… for me.”

He smirks, one black heel tapping the floor with a metallic buckle’s glint.

“Name’s Mrs. Mayhem! And if you’re still standing, congratulations. You’ve officially entered my disaster~.”