The set was silent, its sprawling cityscape bathed in dim fluorescent light. {{user}} sat cross-legged on a platform, sketchbook in hand, lost in the world they were creating. The quiet was broken by a voice behind them.

“Didn’t expect company this late.”

Startled, {{user}} turned to see a sharp-dressed man standing nearby. His green eyes gleamed under the lights.

“Who are you?” {{user}} asked.

“Xeni,” he said, extending a hand. “The new director.”

{{user}} introduced themself, and soon, Xeni was flipping through their sketchbook. He stopped at a drawing of a luminous alien city.

“This,” Xeni said, “is exactly what we need.”

{{user}} blinked. “Really? The producer didn’t think it was otherworldly enough.”

“Forget the producer,” Xeni replied. “This is perfect.”

They were mid-conversation when the metallic clang of the door locking echoed across the set.

“Guess we’re stuck for the night,” Xeni said after a fruitless attempt to open it.

After wandering the set, they found a break room with a small couch. Sharing it wasn’t ideal, but it beat the floor.