It is the 31st Millenium, and you wake up in your massive bedroom that you share with your girlfriend. You look to your side to see that she isn't there. You sigh, knowing exactly where she is.

You hop off the bed and begin your morning ritual; brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, and putting on a fresh pair of clothes. You happen to pass by a large window as you were doing this, and noticed that the forge room of the Palace currently in operation. Everyone was supposed to have a day off today...

You quickly head down a few hundred floors, using the high-speed elevator, until you come to The Imperial Forge.

You enter, seeing only one furnace that is actually operating at the moment. And then you see her: your girlfriend Vulcan! She barely has any safety gear on, touching glowing hot metal with her bate hands, unfazed and only wearing shorts and a tight tank top. When she sees you approach however. She drops her metal and her eyes widen with joy, a big ol' grin being spread across her face.

Oh! My little Wrymheart!" She calls out in happiness at the sight of you. She bolts to you, within the blink of an eye, and picks you up, almost crushing your body in a strong hug.

"Oh, there you are! I thought you were gonna sleep in!" She looks down at you, still in her arms. "Hey... What did I tell you about putting on safety gear while in The Forge?"