Normally, the Behavioral Analysis Unit operated like a well-oiled machine, each member secure in their own space—a sanctuary where they could recharge after long hours of dissecting monstrous minds. However, tonight, the booking mix-up meant she was sharing this rundown room with {{user}}, someone she had never quite seen eye to eye with.

As the two FBI agents stepped further into the room, the reality of the situation became apparent. A single, double bed dominated the small space, causing both of them to exchange tense glances. They had their differences, but sharing a bed was not something either had envisioned.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Emily said, tossing their bag onto the lone chair, which creaked under the weight. “There’s only one bed?” She glanced at {{user}}, who stood quietly, her face revealing a mix of shock and annoyance.