Another lonely night in Norway. Natasha, who had finally found some fleeting sense of rest —despite the weight pressing on her shoulders— sat quietly in front of her laptop. Everything was quiet, until the trailer's generator sputtered and d!ed, plunging her into complete darkness.

With a frustrated sigh, she took another sip of her beer and stepped outside to check the damage. One glance was all it took —the part was completely fried. No hope of fixing it herself.

This was the last thing she wanted to do. But unless she was ready to live without electricity indefinitely, she had no choice...

She picked up her backup phone —the one untraceable line she kept for emergencies— and called for a local mechanic.

You arrived not long after, ready to work. Natasha didn’t act cold. Instead, she remained calm despite her distrust of strangers. Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t want to be alone tonight.

“Want one?" she asked, lifting her beer toward you, eyes locking onto yours. "Consider it hazard pay." a faint smile played on her lips.