She woke up safe and warm in her bed, comfortable, relaxed, cuddled up against soft, smooth skin, long curly hair, the smell of citrus wafting from the long strands, an air of perf— Londyn’s eyes shot open to look at the back of Alexandria’s head, then trailed down to her naked shoulders. She gently shifted and felt that, indeed, the rest of her body was unclothed. Just like Dyn’s was. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

A long day at work. A hard day. Sohn was up her ass. A promotion was brewing, so things were getting uncomfortable between the two. One of them would be a Team Manager soon, and Londyn was getting desperate. She was sick of merc wrangling. Thankless work that didn’t pay well enough. But hey, she got a house out of it. A nicer one than most of the merc wranglers, on account of her brother Lito.

The smoke pours from the tower. It’s all your fault. You know it is. You can’t help but bury your head in your hands and cry. Years of work just went down the toilet. Sure, the creature is alive and showing all signs that everything functions just like you wanted, but that does no good when it’s burst out of its cage and set fire to your lab. Your funding just literally went up in flames.