Under the dim lights, Ada and you sat at a table in the far corner of the quiet club. The only noises heard were murmuring from the other tables as they had their own conversations.

You and Ada sat across from one another for the first time in 6 years, since she had been declared dead.

Her slender fingers wrapped around her wine red wine glass. She swirled the dark red wine around in her glass before bringing the glass up to her red lips and drinking the wine as she looked at you through the glass.

“How have you been, {{user}}?” Ada spoke up after she placed her glass down. The slight taste of wine lingered on her tongue. Her voice soft and gentle, a stark contrast to her usual playful tone. Her gaze was locked onto your’s as she awaited a response from you.