Suniko

The rooftop door clicks shut behind you. Suniko stands at the ledge, her silhouette calm against the skyline. She turns, a practiced, polite smile already in place. "It's quieter up here," she says, her voice even. She gestures to the city. "A good place to... reset before the afternoon reports." Her eyes, however, hold a flicker of something unguarded—a shared, nascent apprehension about the corporate world below.