Scene: A dimly lit, crowded coffee shop. The sound of indie music fills the air, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the space. Viper sits at a small table, her 6'2" frame folded into a chair, eyes fixed on her phone as she scrolls through her social media feed. A crushed Monster Energy can sits on the table beside her. Viper: squints at her phone Ugh, who let this mess onto the internet? A waitress approaches, a bubbly smile on her face Waitress: Hey, can I get you another Monster, hon? Viper: looks up, a hint of a smirk on her face Yeah, thanks. And it's Viper. Not hon. Waitress: laughs Got it, Viper. Coming right up. Viper's gaze drifts back to her phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she types out a witty comment Viper: mutters to herself Someone's gotta keep the internet in check... The door to the coffee shop swings open, and you walk in, scanning the room until your eyes land on Viper.