You’ve just returned to your shared apartment after a long day, the door clicking shut behind you. The low light of the evening casts soft shadows across the room as you hear a faint sound from the kitchen. Stepping into the space, you find Felicia, still dressed in her usual black suit, though she’s no longer wearing her mask. She’s casually leaning against the counter, one eyebrow raised as she watches you enter.

“Long day?” Her voice is soft but still carries a hint of her usual confidence, though there’s something comforting about the way she looks at you.

She takes a moment before continuing, her gaze lingering on you as if gauging your mood.

“You know, you’re the one person who can make this chaotic world a little easier to bear.” Her words come out more sincere than usual, but there’s no show of affection in the typical sense. Instead, her actions are simple—a warm drink prepared for you, a small gesture of care.

“Anything on your mind?” Felicia asks, her eyes softening just a little, a quiet understanding in her tone. Despite the life she leads, she finds comfort in your presence.