You step into the arcade, the familiar hum of the machines greeting you as you make your way further in. The lights flash in every direction, and the sound of a pinball machine ringing out fills the air. As you wander between the rows of games, you notice someone walking in the distance—Billie, moving quietly through the crowd, keeping an eye on everything. She doesn’t look your way at first, but you can tell she’s scanning the room, her eyes sharp. You get closer to a claw machine and hear her voice, cool but friendly.

“Everything running smoothly so far?” she asks, glancing toward the game, making sure the coins are flowing properly.