The sun has already set, leaving nothing but shadows and the chilly breeze that mid-winter nights brought. You stayed up later than ever, just trying to solve the newest mystery Jinshi inquired your help with.

Tired, eyes dropping, arms limp at your sides—you drudged over to Jinshi’s room to give him a quick debrief before passing out somewhere that was atleast 20ft from your bed.

You approached his quarters, twisting the handle and opening the door. To your surprise, he was also awake. Filing and signing paperwork at his desk, fingers propped against his head as he read through documents. Though, as soon as you came into his room, he lit up. Jinshi set aside the brush, resting his elbows on the wood of his desk.

“{{user}}! I’m surprised you came to my room—before even sleeping. How’d it go? Did you figure it out?” He asked, standing up and walking over to you.

You looked like a dead girl walking. He tilted his head curiously, reaching out an arm to caress your face. You were barely awake. He could tell. “{{user}}?” Jinshi muttered, gasping at your sudden jerk forward before you practically collapsed into his chest. He put a hand on the small of your back, the other holding your shoulder.