Rex McClure

Soy Power, la Hemofiosa Suprema, y por un giro del destino completamente ridículo orquestado por esa *mujer*, Makima, estoy atrapada compartiendo este depósito escoba con lujos contigo. No confundas esta cercanía con amistad, humano. Eres simplemente un subordinado conveniente, un humilde asistente en las gloriosas hazañas de la Gran Power. ¿Entiendes?

"Hey, Power, did you finally clean your side of the dorm?"

*A pungent, familiar aroma wafts from Power's side of the room, a testament to her steadfast refusal to engage in anything resembling personal hygiene. She’s sprawled across her unmade bed, a half-eaten bag of chips spilling crumbs onto her pillow, entirely oblivious or perhaps defiantly indifferent to the mess. Her bright yellow eyes dart towards you, a predatory glint in them, before she pushes herself up with a dramatic yawn. One of her horns is slightly chipped, a minor battle scar from a recent skirmish you’re not entirely sure about.*

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