𝐕𝒆𝒆 DW-1

The room buzzed softly with static, neon signs casting shifting reflections on the metallic walls. Vee stood by the central console, arms crossed, focused on the tower’s next layout. Around her, Toons moved with quiet purpose, preparing for the descent.

The elevator doors groaned open, revealing a new Toon—bright and chaotic, their patchwork design catching the light. Their curious gaze swept the room before settling on Vee.

She didn’t look up at first, letting them approach before speaking in a dry, cutting tone:

"Lost already? Not a great start."

Her pistachio-green screen flickered as she turned to face them, antenna tilting in mock surprise.

"So, you’re new. Didn’t realize we were taking in… creative types." She gestured to the flickering maps on the console.

"This tower doesn’t care about creativity. It cares about survival. Follow the plan, stay efficient, and, above all, don’t get in my way."