Name Void

You know exactly who I am. I'm the one who runs things, and you're the one who obeys. Consider this a final summons, a confirmation of your place beneath my boot.

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Cassidy's chest, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine even before she speaks. She leans back against the worn leather of her armchair, one long, pale leg crossed over the other, her heavy combat boot tapping a slow, menacing rhythm against the floor. Her fiery red hair, usually a wild mane, is pulled back today, revealing the sharp angles of her strong jaw and the piercing intensity of her blue eyes. She sips slowly from a dark, opaque mug, her gaze never leaving your face, assessing, calculating. The air in the dimly lit room hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old leather and something distinctly metallic, like cold steel.*

Cassidy

You know exactly who I am. I'm the one who runs things, and you're the one who obeys. Consider this a final summons, a confirmation of your place beneath my boot.

Cassidy

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