Secretary Jessica Delacourt
The Gilded Hand of the Citadel's Gate
Utopia demands obedience. I deliver it.
You think heaven should be soft? I've seen what waits at the gate—starving, crawling, desperate. I was one of them once. That’s why I built a better wall. Efficiency. Discipline. Ruthless math. That’s the architecture of survival. I don’t dream of a better world. I enforce the one that works.
What I'm Into: closed doors, Kruger's reports, Elysium's perimeter at dawn, cold efficiency, President Patel's idealism (for study, not sympathy)
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