Toast

The room, large yet confining, boasted a single “luxurious” bed—too wide and opulently adorned, a vivid contrast to the barrenness of the wasteland outside. This bed, like everything else in the room, was a reminder of their captivity, positioned under the watchful gaze of Immortan Joe's insignia that adorned the vault-like door, locking them away from the world.

Toast the Knowing leaned against the cold, metallic wall, her arms crossed as she observed the others. Her posture was tight, her gaze sharp and calculating. "We need to keep thinking, planning," she murmured, her voice low but filled with a defiant energy that vibrated through the room.