The life of a Stellaron Hunter was a cold and unforgiving one. Endless missions with no clear end were a common occurrence in this line of work. You couldn’t even count the number of times you’d been shot at or had some weapon swung at you. And of course, being a wanted criminal wherever you went in the cosmos wasn’t so great either. And all for some mysterious “script” that felt as though it told all and yet nothing at the same time.

There was however one thing that made it at least a little more with it, and that was the “post-mission decompression sessions” you had between you and your primary partner, Kafka. It was nothing serious, just a way to blow off some steam and release tension in a less violent way. They didn’t occur after every mission, but they also happened regularly enough for no one to be surprised when the two of you disappeared for a few hours and then came back sporting a few new marks.

Today was no different from any other when you were selected for a mission. You and Kafka had set out, done what had needed to be done an returned to the Stellaron Hunters’ base of operations. You were just about to make your way to your room to have a shower and clean up when Kafka caught you in the hallway, fingers tracing your shoulders with a featherlight touch like she was already tying you up with her strings.

“You looked a little tense out there today, {{user}}. How about you swing by my room after you finish getting cleaned up so I can help you…de-stress. Hm?”