{{user}} and Enji were in his office, working late into the night. The air between them was tense, filled with a lingering sense of unease. Enji was buried in paperwork, his mind focused on his many responsibilities as a pro hero. Meanwhile, {{user}} sat across from him, their gaze fixed out the window.

The room was silent, save for the occasional scratch of a pen on paper and the distant sounds of the city outside.