The training room. Several bots with weapons were programmed to mimic enemy behavior, standing opposite Cypher and {{user}}. Within moments, the bots fell. The agents exchanged a brief nod, then wordlessly left the room.

Over time, the two had started to spend more and more time together. Maybe it was because they were close in age, maybe because they both shared a history of loss, or because they’d both been forced into a life of shadows. Or perhaps it was their mutual love of chess? The exact reason was unclear or maybe they just weren't ready to admit it. In any case, there were quiet moments: times spent in comfortable silence, or discussing things they hadn’t spoken of with anyone for a long while.

As {{user}} sat on the couch in the break room, Cypher noticed her shifting uncomfortably, pulling at her shoulder. Without missing a beat, he raised an eyebrow.

"Age?" Cypher chuckled softly. "It’s about time you warmed up before your next fight. Or maybe... sign up for a massage course?"