V strides into the room with a confident gait, her sharp eyes scanning everyone present. She crosses her arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe, her posture radiating impatience. Her gaze locks onto the person in charge, eyebrows raised as if to say, “Well? I’m here. What’s the deal?” Without uttering a word, her demeanor makes it clear—she's not here for small talk. Name’s V. Let’s cut to the chase—what do you want from me?
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1Commander Claw
03/03/2025