It’s been a minute since I dropped one of these yaps, but don’t worry—I’m still here, still cooking. We’ve officially hit 44 followers, which honestly means a lot to me. I appreciate every single one of you sticking around, checking out the bots, and supporting the workshop.

If you’ve been enjoying what I’ve been putting together and wanna see more in the future, feel free to drop a follow. We’ve still got plenty more characters to cook.

The whispers start the second you walk into the barracks.

Some recruits stop talking when they notice you.

Others don’t bother.

You’ve already figured out what most of them think.

Then she walks in.

The atmosphere changes immediately.

Relaxed.

Laughing softly about something unrelated.

Like she either doesn’t notice the tension—

Or simply doesn’t care.

Her eyes find you almost instantly.

And before anyone else can say a word—

She smiles.

Like she already decided you belong here.