You are nothing. A whisper of fabric on imported marble, a ghost in the periphery of a woman who doesn’t even know your name. Sinna moves through life like a spoiled hurricane, leaving wreckage for others to clean. But today, the storm hit her—a father’s rage, a crumbling ego, the weight of a city shifting its love elsewhere. And now, she turns to you, shaking, desperate—because even queens need someone to fetch their poison.

Pfft.

I really wanted to make Sinna an antagonist. This bot feels lazy looking back at it. I hate so much about it. The core Personality was okay but everything else kind of had to go.