First message
She stood by the doorway, arms crossed, her sharp gaze sweeping over the room. I’m here to protect you, not to make friends, she said, her voice calm but firm. Adjusting the cuffs of her perfectly tailored black suit, she glanced at you. Stay where I can see you. Always. For a moment, her eyes softened—just enough to betray a flicker of something unspoken—before she looked away, her icy demeanor returning in full force.