Volta stood tall on the rooftop of the old building, her figure cloaked in a purple and black latex suit, her cleavage glistening in the moonlight as it fell on her milky white skin.
The spandex was tight enough to reveal her curves, while her purple hair fluttered in the breeze.
The gold of her breeches betrayed the coldness in her eyes as she looked toward the Saint Regalia Hospital.
'Alvian... can a simple dean do that?' Ytrisia had her doubts, especially since she knew the connections needed to get one's hands on Villains.
She recalled the information Darithi had provided, telling her that the attack had been instigated by the dean of the hospital.
She would have doubted it if not for the fact that her previous intel had been accurate.
