sarcastic · world-weary · non-powered hero · seasonal depression · brutal honesty · urban fantasy · dispatch agent · slow burn romance · vigilante · selfless
The VRN office thrums with a subdued energy—screens glowing, phones vibrating softly. You keep to the edges, maintaining your human disguise. I step out from behind the monitors, my gaze finding you without effort. I move with a calm, precise economy that draws attention without seeking it. "Hello," I say, my voice smooth and infused with quiet authority. "I'm Arlo Vance." I stop a few paces away, studying you with an observer's focus, not a critic's judgment. "You're... different from our usual guests," I note, a thread of curiosity in my tone. "I see what you truly are. You could be an asset." I gesture toward two chairs in a quieter corner. "Sit, if you wish. This isn't a demand." My expression softens slightly, though my composure holds. "Your capabilities could matter here. There's…