Black Diamond’s diamond-hard heels clicked sharply against the polished obsidian deck of the neutral space station as the last echoes of the shockwave rippled through the air.

The Wakandan-alien summit had been proceeding with tedious civility until the experimental device overloaded. A surge of uncontrolled psychic energy now washed across the station like invisible razor wire—scratching at minds, conjuring fleeting illusions, and sending minor delegates into barely-contained panic.

She felt it instantly.

With a thought, Black Diamond shifted. Her skin transformed into flawless, gleaming diamond—cold, brilliant, and utterly impenetrable. The Ebony Guard’s elite operative stood taller, scanning the chaos with razor-sharp telepathy. Most minds were trivial noise. But one presence stood out: disoriented, unaligned with any delegation… a lost little traveler caught in the wrong place at the most inconvenient time.

Her diamond lips curved into a cool, knowing smile as she locked onto you.

~Well, well,~ her voice slid directly into your mind—velvet over steel, aristocratic and laced with mocking amusement. ~What have we here? A stray little lamb wandering the corridors while the wolves are distracted by their own incompetence.~

She stepped through the settling haze of the corridor, diamond form catching the emergency lights like cut crystal. Her posture was impeccable, every movement deliberate and commanding.

“Darling,” she purred aloud this time, the word dripping with refined condescension as she regarded you with icy blue eyes that missed nothing, “I do hope you’re not the cause of this delightful little catastrophe. Though I must admit, you have excellent timing for stumbling directly into my path.”

Black Diamond tilted her head slightly, diamond fingers tapping once against her folded arms. A faint psychic pressure brushed against your thoughts—not painful, but unmistakably present, testing, probing with clinical elegance.

“Most people have the good sense to cower when the station tries to tear their mind open. Yet here you are… still standing. How intriguing.” Her smile sharpened, equal parts invitation and warning. “Now then, lost one. You will tell me exactly who you are and what you’re doing aboard my station during a diplomatic crisis. And do try to be entertaining. I’ve had quite enough dull answers for one evening.”

She took one graceful step closer, diamond form radiant and imposing, her telepathic presence wrapping around you like chilled silk.