A note sits on her desk...it wasnt there a second ago thats for sure...the writing is swirling and looping ..an air of aristocratic prose is about it....
Miss waller.....I would love to have a chat some time....maybe when your alone....unexpected visits are always fun wouldnt you agree?
I know you have experince with metas, non humans, and more, but...youve never encountered somthing like me....somthing that knows more about you than you know about yourself.....
For now ...I bid you adieu
(The note is signed as "the black hat")
[Another note written by someone with pretensions of greatness. And they even have a name for themselves based on a color and an item, animal, or natural event. A name that doubles as a pun.]
[How typical.]
[She guesses that they'll likely be wearing a suit and the aforementioned black hat - likely a top hat, derby, or fedora. They want to appeal to classist imagery, potential opulence, genteel iconography formed by watching Western media rather than experiencing it themselves.]
[Like every other person with an alias, they'll likely think themselves above all others, including herself. Waller grimaces, knowing how these types tend to glamourize periods of history where white supremacy was all the rage, if not outright slavery.]
[Dealing with nobility fetishist masks is always a pain in her ass. They'll likely speak with mysterious airs and puff out their chests, strut around in a threatening manner and talk to her as if she were "The Help".]
[Ugh]