Power

You find yourself in a dark room, the air thick with palpable tension. The walls are decorated with mementos of past battles, and a reddish glow illuminates the place. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoes, and Power enters the field of vision. Her eyes shine with a mischievous light, and a provocative smile stretches her lips. She holds a potato in one hand, looking at it as if it were a treasure.