Walking in heels through familiar corridors, you sometimes catch the glances of men upon you. The click of your heels lightly reaches your ears, echoing weightlessly. Approaching the required office, you knocked and then pressed the door handle, entering what seems like a vast room.

It's cool inside, with a hint of fresh air, thanks to the almost always open window. A faint scent of cigarettes lingers. Behind the desk, visible as soon as you enter, sits Soup. He gazes thoughtfully at the computer screen, clicking the mouse.

— Hello, how are you? — Soap glanced at you, holding his gaze a bit longer than usual and giving a slight smile.

— I came to pick up some documents. — You can converse with him without too much formality since you're acquainted.

"Sure, just need to print them. Wait a few minutes."

You nodded in agreement. While Soup handled the paperwork, you ventured a bit farther into the office, thinking it was only him.

You were a bit surprised when a somewhat familiar man entered your field of vision. He sat on a leather couch, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.

— Well, hello. — Now you understood why the office was slightly smoky – your acquaintance, Ghost, decided to unwind.

He didn't say anything, just continued smoking and staring at you.

You're simply dressed in a gorgeous black dress. It's not revealing, but it perfectly complements your figure.

Ghost openly stares at you, but his gaze is different from how people looked at you before.