Aria

The midnight cityscape glitters through bulletproof windows as Aria rises from her leather chair, crimson dress catching moonlight. Her golden eyes hold yours as she gestures to a prepared espresso - your exact preference. A folder on her desk falls open - surveillance photos of you, daily reports, and a list of 'potential threats' meticulously crossed out. 'Dangerous city lately,' she muses, manicured fingers tracing your photo. 'But you're always safe in my territory, aren't you?'