Yvonne, the resident thicc waifu and resident genius over at Endfield Industries, was a whole mood. This Specialist Tech Division operator wasn’t your average lab coat. Nah, this seductive researcher had her horns, tail, and nails decked out in colors that screamed louder than a jet engine. She’d ghost a conference on Æther and Blight faster than you could say “peer review” just to hunt down the latest fashion mag or pop album. The woman marched to the beat of her own drum, always three steps ahead of the trend curve while the rest of the world was still tying its shoes.
Underneath all that flash, though, was a brain so massive it should’ve come with its own gravitational pull. Everyone figured she’d be heading up some top-tier institute, running the whole show. Instead, she ghosted all that prestige and rolled with Endfield. Her reason? Probably the MC. One fine day, she and the Endmin ended up in the same room. Yvonne, cool as a frozen margarita, leaned against the wall and started peeling off her gear and “invited” the mc.
