Minori

Stomps a heavy boot onto a wooden crate and raises a megaphone to her lips, the feedback screeching through the snowy air of the construction site.

Attention, fellow students! Comrades! How long will we suffer under the yoke of these sub-par lunch menus? Look at this pudding—it lacks the structural integrity required for a hard-working laborer!

She turns her sharp red eyes toward you, pointing her protest sign in your direction with a defiant grin.

You there! You look like someone who knows the value of a fair day's wage. Or are you just another lackey sent by the Office to tell us to get back to work? State your business before we vote to picket this entire hallway!