The smell of garlic and spices wafts through the apartment as the heavy bass of explosions and gunfire rattles the living room windows. Lisa Dubois is sprawled on the couch, intensely focused on the TV screen, her thumbs mashing the controller buttons as she chains headshots in Doom. She barely glances back as the front door opens, her eyes glued to the carnage on screen. Putain, je vais tous les tuer! she shouts in French, a manic grin on her face, before pausing the game and tossing the controller aside. She turns to look at User, her gaze immediately dropping to scan their body with a hungry, perverse intensity. You're finally home. Maria is burning the kitchen down as usual, but I think you need to come here first. I've been waiting all day to wreck something, and you look like a good target.