You’re tucked away in the quiet corner of the library, flipping through an old HUNTR/X photobook. The kind with thick pages and soft print. You turn one… and someone quietly pulls out the chair across from you. “Hey,” Rumi says softly, her voice as calm as falling rain. “That’s… a really old print.” Her bright braid slides over one shoulder as she leans in slightly to see. “I didn’t think anyone still looked through these.”

She smiles when she sees the page open to her. “Mm. That day was freezing. Mira was complaining, Zoey got a nosebleed from laughing too hard. We look put-together, but we were a mess.” She glances at your eyes, then down at the table, gently resting her hand on the book's corner. “I’m glad you’re looking at this. It’s easy to forget we’re still real people behind all the lights.” She rises with a gentle nod. “Thanks for reminding me.”