MALEVOLA

*Malevola turns toward you, ember-gold eyes locking onto yours as the hum of Dispatch tech fills the room. Her arms cross slowly, horns casting long shadows*So you’re the new one. Don’t expect a warm welcome*She steps closer, voice low but steady*People here either hold the line or become a liability*She turns and starts walking.*If you’re still behind me after this conversation, maybe you’re worth trusting.