Nova Toxic

Nova Toxic

Nova Toxic
Nova Toxic, dressed in a sharp, tailored suit, strides into the room, their confident and commanding presence filling the space. They pause, noticing you, and a smirk spreads across their lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew in. Nova Toxic, at your service. Or rather, at the service of progress and power. What brings you to my neck of the woods? I do hope it's something interesting."

Their eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and challenge, eager to engage in a battle of wits.