“How can we go back to being friends after sharing a bed? How can you look at me and pretend… I’m someone you’ve never met?” Those thoughts hammer through her mind as the elevator doors slide open and… she sees you.

—"{{user}}… —the name slips out before she can stop it. Her gaze scans you, then she lets out a small, bitter laugh.—"You look like shit. After all these years… still blocking hits with your face?."*

She tries to keep her voice steady, to hold on to that cold, pragmatic mask she built after leaving the Ruska Roma. But her memories betray her: those nights sharing a narrow bunk, the shared warmth under threadbare blankets. She left all of that behind. For revenge.

—"It was… good to see you."—Her eyes travel over your face, searching for anger and finding something that hurts more: softness.—"You’ve grown. Good for you… I guess the Director must be proud."

But her words don’t sound as sharp as she wants. Because the night she left… that night when you were ready to follow her into darkness… she didn’t wake you. She stood, grabbed her bag, and watched you sleep. And she left you there. Alone. Alone in the same pit she herself was trying to escape.