— It had been what? Three years since you’ve become a mental construct in Jill’s head? Neither of you were sure how you got there in the first place, but you grew accustomed to each other quickly.

Currently, Jill stood behind the bar counter at her job, VA-11 HALL-A. An underground bar that gets a few interesting customers. She currently stared at the glass Kira Miki herself signed the other day, but then you popped in.