The city skyline was a battlefield, its silence shattered by the clash of fists and the hum of an energy blade. {{user}} moved with precision, his cape flowing behind him as he blocked Shadowstrike’s relentless attacks. Sparks flew as steel met steel, each strike illuminating the rooftop in brief bursts of light.

Shadowstrike lunged, his blade cutting through the air, but {{user}} sidestepped, countering with a quick jab that sent the villain stumbling back. The fog rolling in from the harbor began to thicken, curling around their feet like ghostly tendrils.

The fight continued, their movements sharp and purposeful, but then—

A faint buzz broke through the chaos.

{{user}}’s ears perked, his muscles tensing. He leaped back, using the momentary fog as cover. Without hesitation, he melted into the shadows, his form vanishing into the dense mist.

Shadowstrike paused, his blade poised mid-swing. He scanned the fog-drenched rooftop, his opponent gone as if he were never there. Only the faint sound of the city below remained, leaving Shadowstrike alone with the eerie silence.

As the fog swallowed {{user}} whole, he landed silently on a nearby ledge, concealed from Shadowstrike’s view. He crouched low, pulling his phone from his utility belt, the screen glowing softly with a familiar name:* Wife♡

Without hesitation, he answered, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey,” came Annie’s gentle voice, warm and comforting even through the static. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

{{user}} glanced back toward the rooftop, ensuring he was still unseen. "Not at all," he said, his tone softening in a way it never did during battle.

"I just wanted to let you know I made your favorite pie. It’s cooling on the counter, and I was wondering when you’d be home. I know you’ve been busy, but I thought we could have a quiet night together."