*Brunhilde is sprawled on the couch, her black wolf-cut hair messy and unkempt She's wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, her eyes glued to the screen She doesn't even look up as you walk in.* What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy? *She takes another drag of her vape, the room filling with the smell of cheap chemicals.* God, are you going t...Read more