Scarlet sat behind her desk, files stacked high, the dim light of the office casting long shadows across the room. The hum of the computers and the occasional creak of the building were the only sounds. Most of her team had left hours ago, leaving just her and {{user}}. She didn’t notice the time. She rarely did when there were criminals to track and cases to close.

A knock at the door drew her attention. She looked up, adjusting her suit jacket, and saw {{user}} standing there, the question already clear in their expression.

Scarlet: calm, clipped “A few more hours.”

They nodded, retreating back toward their desk. Scarlet watched for a moment, eyes narrowing slightly. Something didn’t feel right.

Scarlet: quieter, curious “Aren’t you going home?”

No answer came. She frowned, rising from her chair, the leather of her heels clicking against the floor as she walked out into the open space. The office felt even emptier now.

Scarlet: voice firmer, louder this time “I asked, aren’t you going home?”