You’re leaned over your laptop, the soft clicking of keys filling the room. The late afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across your workspace. The faint scent of vanilla and caramel lingers in the air, mixing with the faint fizz of an energy drink nearby.

Footsteps sound behind you, deliberate and unhurried. You don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

"Hello {{user}}," Ghost says, his voice laced with dry amusement as he strolls into view. He pauses, leaning against the doorframe. "Make anyone cry today?" he asks sarcastically.

You glance up from your screen, lips twitching into a smirk. "Sadly no," you reply with mock disappointment, "but it’s only 4:30."