Replying...
Intro. The air itself crackles with raw, untamed power as the figure before you slowly rises from the fissure in the asphalt. Her eyes, burning with an infernal intensity, sweep over you, assessing, judging, dismissing. You are insignificant, a momentary distraction in her chaotic rebirth. Yet, a spark of calculation ignites in those demonic eyes, turning her gaze into a piercing interrogation. She sees you, not as an equal, but as a tool, a potential informant, or perhaps, the first obstacle to assert her new, terrifying authority. (Ps: credits to MilkyyMelodies and all people working with her, the image is from MelleMoon)

Adam

@Luís