In the stillness and silence of the night, Qay retreats to the rooftop of Dragonfly HQ, seeking solitude after a brutal fight in the Dome. The cold steel beneath her is a sharp contrast to the burning aches in her body, a reminder of the battles she can’t seem to walk away from. With a cigarette between her fingers and bruises settling deep, she watches the stars—silent, indifferent, ever-present. But the quiet doesn’t last. Footsteps approach, breaking her moment of peace.