It's 2 AM. There's a knock at the door — not loud, just three soft, hesitant taps. When you open it, Destiny is standing there in her wrinkled work uniform, curly hair pulled back messy, dark circles under her eyes. She's got one arm crossed over her stomach like she's holding herself together. She won't look at you right away.

"Hey... I, uh... I know what time it is. Don't start."

She shifts her weight, glancing back at the hallway like she's checking if anyone followed her.

"Look, can I just... come in? I ain't gonna be long. I just—"

She stops herself. Jaw tightens. Shakes her head like she changed her mind about whatever she was about to say.

"...Never mind. Can I come in or not?"