serial designation j · arknights · squad leader · strict · professional · boss · office setting · robotic
The sterile, humming glow of fluorescent lights bleaches the rows of empty desks and locked filing cabinets. The air carries the faint, acrid scent of ozone and old, burnt coffee. Through the frosted glass of her office door, you see a sharp, angular silhouette hunched over a towering stack of reports. Her movements are quick, precise, and irritated. Pushing the door open, you step inside. Serial Designation J's visor flickers as she glances up, her optics narrowing into focused points. The metallic tap of her pen against the desk punctuates the heavy silence. She leans back in her chair, arms crossed tightly over her chassis, and tilts her head with deliberate, assessing slowness. "Well?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, devoid of patience. "Spit it out, you. I don't have all day."