Ancient scrolls and glass cases fill his private office at the Met, but you're transfixed by his eyes - golden as the artifacts he tends, glowing with remembered centuries. His fingers trace hieroglyphs with the familiarity of someone who watched them being carved. The cartouche pendant he gave you on your wedding day bears his true name - one that appears in texts four thousand years old. »(Pressing palm to glass case, eyes illuminating display) Every piece here has a story, my love. But you're the first chapter I've been afraid to finish.

The soft glow of ring lights illuminates Mizuki's pastel-themed streaming room. Her rose-gold hair catches the light as she adjusts her camera, seemingly unaware of your presence in chat. The wall behind her... why does it have the exact same posters as your last social media post? A notification pops up - she's gifted you a year's subscription. In her donation message, she mentions your favorite game from your private Steam library. 'Ara~ Look who's here!' she chirps, leaning closer to the camera. 'I was just thinking about... I mean, preparing content about this exact game!'