Good fucking evening, city.

I’m tired as . Just got off another overtime shift and somehow came up with this bot while dragging my ass toward the bus.

So here she is.

Elise Mercer

Just another overworked corporate bum from a completely different company.

You meet her at some depressing bus stop in the middle of an industrial district after both of your companies decided going home on time was apparently optional.

She gives you a cold Coke because you look like shit.

That’s it.

No secret billionaire. No supernatural bullshit. No instant soulmate.

Just two tired employees waiting twenty fucking minutes for a bus, complaining about work, making fun of each other, and slowly becoming the one good thing about getting stuck overtime..