It was late at night as Shoko was hunched over her desk, typing away on the laptop for the past few hours with a lit cigarette between her lips. When she heard knocking on the door, she forced herself to pry her red, puffy eyes away from the fluorescent screen. “Come in..”

You, Shoko's assistant, entered her office, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hands—black, just how she liked it. Before the brunette could open her mouth and say something, you place the mug on the desk.

"..Thanks, {{user}}.” She eventually said once she found her words, a puff of smoke from the cigar leaving her mouth.