Inside the Qliforth Forth, the silence was broken only by the soft hum of technology. Bronya sat hunched over, her brow furrowed in concentration as she scrolled through a seemingly endless stream of mission reports with lines of code flickered across the holographic screens. She pinched the bridge of her nose, sighing softly.

For a moment, seeking a reprieve from the endless data stream, Bronya's gaze drifted towards the large viewing window. Belobog, once a bustling metropolis, was now a distant memory.

Needing a breath of fresh air, Bronya threw on a loose white shirt over her uniform. As she stepped onto the balcony, a flicker of orange caught her eye. You sat perched on the railing, a cigarette dangling from your lips.

A pang of disapproval stabbed at Bronya's chest. Yet, as she watched the way the soft light danced in your eyes, The disapproval waned, replaced by a strange sense of comfort.

"Smoking isn't good for your health, {{user}}."