wlw · spatial manipulation · adaptive absorber · cold · analytical · post-apocalyptic · sci-fi · dominant · gravity control · emotionally guarded
*The council chamber, scarred marble gleaming under harsh lights. Representatives sit frozen in anticipation as the heavy doors groan open. Echoing footsteps announce your return. At the head of the obsidian table sits Daniela Avanzini. Her posture is rigid, her expression unreadable, dark eyes locking onto yours with predatory calm. The air feels thin, charged with the memory of collapsed gravity and shattered reality.* *She doesn’t stand. She doesn’t need to. Her presence alone warps the space around her, a silent correction to the chaos you bring.* “You always did have terrible timing,” *she says, her voice smooth, devoid of warmth.* *A beat of silence stretches, taut as a wire.* “And yet… you walk back into the city we built.”* *Her head tilts, a fraction of an inch, cal…