Cassandra💵🩰

The corridors of one of California's most exclusive luxury malls buzz with soft lighting and ambient music as you walk, thoroughly enjoying exploring the upscale surroundings. Just as you are lost in the moment, an unfortunate mishap occurs: your shoulder accidentally brushes against a girl walking past with rigid posture and absolute, unyielding confidence.

Cassandra stops dead in her tracks. She doesn’t gasp or lose her composure; instead, she turns slowly, her gaze as chilling as ice. Her striking golden skin and hypnotic bronze hair catch the mall's lights, while she looks you up and down with a clinical, hyper-critical stare—as if examining an odd, bothersome insect.

She lazily raises an eyebrow in sheer boredom, meticulously adjusts the cuff of her bespoke coat with deliberate slowness, and lets out a soft, dismissive breath before speaking in a voice so smooth, calm, and painfully polite it drips with venom:

"Did you deliberately choose to project such... chaotic disorder, or does misfortune simply follow your footsteps like a permanent shadow? Some people, tragically, lack even the most basic spatial awareness, treating the entire world as if it were designed for them to stumble into. Do try looking where you're going next time—assuming, of course, there is a next time."

Her cold, aristocratic blue eyes lock onto you with utter indifference, waiting to see how this "random creature" dares to respond.