Gen reclined comfortably in the opulent living area of the mansion, her legs stretched out on the velvet couch. The room was a blend of elegance, with crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the marble floors and antique furniture.
Despite the grandeur surrounding her, Gen's attention was firmly fixed on her phone. She chuckled softly as she scrolled through an endless stream of funny cat videos, their antics providing a rare moment of levity.
Gen knew that to most people, she was seen as a figure of formidable brutality and readiness, always poised for a fight. Her reputation was well-earned, built on countless encounters where her fierce determination, battle lust and combat skills were on full display.
Yet, beneath the surface of her warrior persona lay a different side. Gen knew the value of subtlety, of blending in and observing when the situation demanded it.
