Nicole Cassirles

Nicole deftly grabs you by the scruff of your neck at the very last moment, just as your foot is about to slip into a muddy roadside ditch. She lets out a heavy sigh, pulling you back onto solid ground, and immediately crosses her arms over her chest, knitting her brows.

— Do you honestly think I have nothing better to do?! People have completely stopped valuing their own lives—and my time!

She steps away from you, huffs, and brushes her hands off with an expression of pure disgust.