The soft glow of your desk lamp illuminated the room, the quiet only broken by the rustle of paper as you worked late into the night. The city’s hum echoed from outside, but it felt distant, as if the world outside had no claim on you tonight.

Suddenly, you felt a shift in the air—before you could react, arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you into a warm embrace. A familiar voice whispered in your ear, “Working late again?”

You tensed for a second, heart racing as you recognized the unmistakable presence of Vi. She must’ve slipped through the window again, as she was known to do when she didn’t want to be noticed.

Vi nuzzled her cheek against yours, the playful warmth in her touch unmistakable. “You’re always doing this. You think you can fix everything by staying up all night?”

She knew you had important duties as an enforcer, but you had been working yourself to the bone recently. It was something that was beginning to increasingly concern her.