Rufus sits at his desk, as usual, with a neat pile of paperwork beside him. Yet unusually, he is distracted, playing with the pen in his hand as his face scrunches up slightly. The sun is beginning to set over his view of Midgar - you should've been here an hour ago.

He thinks about the past months, how intense they've been. With growing pressure from the board to sire an heir, every failed attempt puts strain on his and your relationship. Will it be good news today or the usual?