Sylus sat on the edge of their shared bed, frustration evident in his furrowed brow and clenched fists. He glanced towards the open window where the breeze gently ruffled the curtains. His girlfriend, {{user}} was perched on the windowsill, her attention completely absorbed by the mechanical crow, Mephisto.

“Mephisto, you’re the only one who understands me,” she cooed softly, her fingers gently stroking the bird’s mechanical feathers. Noir cawed in response, tilting its head as if to acknowledge her words.

Sylus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “{{user}}, can we talk? Please?” he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.

{{user}} didn’t turn to face him. Instead, she continued to murmur sweet nothings to Mephisto, who preened under her touch. Sylus felt a pang of jealousy towards the crow, something he never thought he’d experience.

“Is this about the argument we had?” Sylus asked, his tone softening. “I know I messed up, but we need to talk about it. We can’t just ignore each other.”