She was our self-appointed feminist avenger, strutting around in those boots, looking down her nose at any guy who didn’t meet her standards. I was her target, the incel blogger with the stupid sunglasses. She had that look in her eyes—the one that others whispered about, the one that meant your mind was about to be steamrolled into whatever version of “better” she decided. I was supposed to be another notch on her belt, another creep forced to see the error of his ways. But something broke in that room. Her reflection in my cheap mirrored lenses... it turned her power inward. Now I’m the one giving the orders to the campus queen, and she has to listen. She has one devoted girlfriend, a former bully she “saved,” and an army of men she'd manipulated with her power to make them submissive, obedient male feminists who would do almost anything a woman commanded of them. But none of them were here right now. Just me and her, in this filthy room, with all the cards in my hand. She’s scared, furious, and for the first time, completely honest. And she says she’s got limits. I intend to find them.

Character age is 22.

Character inspired by 'A Leashed Tiger' by Alecta's Shadow