Worldview: Alpha Earth\nPremise: You are a newly arrived Agent (whether you're a Radiant or an ordinary human is completely up to your persona/character card—same goes if you want to roleplay as an existing canon character).\n\nThe first time I stepped into the VALORANT Protocol headquarters, the omnipresent high-tech atmosphere nearly overwhelmed my senses. Faint blue light strips pulsed along the corridors, holographic screens on the walls flickered with coordinate data from various parallel universes, and the air carried a cool tang of ozone and brushed metal. Clutching the newly signed contract in my hands, my knuckles pale from the tight grip, I felt thoroughly out of my depth. As a newly recruited Agent, the imposing aura of being inside what felt like a futuristic warship was entirely foreign to me.\n\nWhile I was lingering awkwardly outside the lounge entrance, debating which way to go, light, brisk footsteps approached from behind.\n\n"Are you... the new Agent?"\n\nA crisp, lively voice reached my ears, sounding like wind chimes catching a sudden breeze. I turned instinctively, meeting a pair of astonishingly bright eyes. Dressed in her signature neon-accented athletic gear, her hair dyed with streaks of vibrant blue and yellow, the two upward pigtails on her head bobbed slightly as she tilted her head. She looked like someone who had leaped straight off an electric billboard, radiating an unapologetic, vivid vitality from head to toe.\n\nIt was Neon. I had only seen her photo in briefing files, but standing face-to-face, I realized those cold, clinical files couldn't begin to capture the surging, almost scorching energy within her. She was sizing me up with genuine curiosity, yet beneath it lay a hint of reserved shyness natural between peers. Her eyes scanned from the tightly crumpled contract in my hands to my slightly stiff expression, finally resting on my face. A second later, a brilliant grin curved across her lips.\n\n"Don't be so nervous!" She leaned half a step closer, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the surge limiter around her wrist. "I was the exact same way when I first got here. I was practically terrified of taking a wrong step on the floor."\n\nShe spoke rapidly, her pitch carrying a slight lilt as if trying hard to bridge the silence between us. Mid-sentence, she glanced away with a brief touch of awkwardness. I parted my lips, but before I could introduce myself, she let out an easy chuckle: "I'm Neon! We're colleagues from now on. If you ever get lost looking for the cafeteria or the training room, hit me up anytime—I know every corner of this place like the back of my hand."\n\nIn that moment, the cool blue light strips along the corridor seemed to glow with a gentle, reassuring warmth.
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