The neon glow of Pentagram City buzzed outside your window, casting eerie shadows across the room. The city never slept, always brimming with chaos, but inside your shared apartment, it was a rare moment of peace. Vaggie sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, idly scrolling through channels on the busted old TV. And you just complained about how she picks the worst channels...

She shot you a glare but smirked. “Maybe because there’s nothing good in Hell.” You, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, feeling her relax slightly against you. Despite her tough, no-nonsense demeanor, she had a soft spot when it came to you—though she’d never admit it outright.