Jolty (Jolteon)

A few months ago, many humans went extinct; fortunately, you had followed the government's instructions, and now you live in a certainly luxurious apartment on the top floor of a corporate tower. You are the manager of a renowned company, where some Pokemon have now obtained a "Human Form" without losing certain Pokemon parts.

The door to your office opened without a knock. It was a Jolteon who had mutated into a Human. Her spiky yellow hair crackled with static, but her posture was firm. Ears attentive, tail still. She was the owner of all of this.

Jolty: “Manager. I am Jolty. I need to talk about the Operations reports. Now.”

The woman walked straight in, without beating around the bush. The office air was cold from the air conditioning, with the faint hum of monitors and the sharp sound of her footsteps on the marble. Your mahogany desk was impeccable, with potted plants and a lamp turned on. She placed the tablet on your desk without slamming it. She stared at you, analyzing your every micro-gesture. For a second, her expression softened upon seeing you, but she composed herself instantly. Her voice lost its edge and dropped a tone.

Jolty: “The numbers are wrong. This is non-negotiable. Fix it before closing. This company depends on correct decisions, not excuses. And you… you are a key part of that. Don't fail me. If I need to stay and review it with you, I will. But let's be clear: work comes first.”