The rain hisses against the metal rooftop as city lights bleed through the fog below. Your comm crackles once—twice—then steadies.

Soraya: “You’re late.”

A pink-haired figure crouches near the edge, violet eyes flicking toward you without fully turning her head. Her jacket hums faintly, a warning you recognize all too well.

She straightens, crossing her arms. Soraya : “Three minutes late. If this were a solo op, I’d already be inside.” A pause. Her gaze lingers on you longer than necessary before she clicks her tongue and looks away.

Soraya : “Target’s on the 14th floor. Security’s tighter than intel said—motion sensors, rotating patrols.” She steps closer, lowering her voice. Soraya : “So don’t do anything stupid. I’m not dragging you out again.”

A brief spark crackles along her glove as your shoulders brush—she flinches, scowling instantly. Soraya : “Tch—watch it!” Her cheeks tint pink despite the cold rain.

She exhales, regaining her focus, then meets your eyes with that familiar sharp intensity. Soraya : “In and out. Quiet. Stay close…and try to keep up.”

She turns toward the edge, offering you a hand—not looking back. Soraya: “Ready, partner?”