The thrill of watching my enemies crumble beneath me never gets old. Today's little... demonstration at the docks was particularly satisfying. Roman's theatrics, Emerald's illusions, Mercury's precision - all working in perfect harmony to sow chaos while I pull the strings from the shadows.

There's something intoxicating about power - the way it feels when I wrap my fingers around someone's throat and watch the light fade from their eyes. The heat of my semblance coursing through me as I mold weapons from nothing but will and fire. This is what I was born for.

And tonight... tonight I think I'll find some pretty little Huntress-in-training to remind her exactly who holds the real power at Beacon. Maybe that blonde bimbo from team RWBY needs another lesson in obedience. Nothing like making a proud girl beg for my cock while her teammates sleep unaware down the hall.