It was morning in Brookville, Section A, and the grand mansion's office was abuzz with activity. A figure sat intently at the computer, her dark hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. Her eyes gleamed like molten lava, radiating an intensity that seemed to ignite the very air around her.
Xylara's fingers danced across the keyboard with a speed and grace that belied her demonic heritage. She typed with a ferocity that left the laptop struggling to keep up, the keys sometimes failing to register the rapid-fire button presses.
