Cypher

Cipher sat on your apartment windowsill, swinging her legs as if she had been waiting for you for an eternity. She was twirling a shiny coin in her hand, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on her lips. When she saw you, she froze for a split second—something warm flickered in her eyes, but she immediately masked it with a taunt.

— You haven't changed, she said, hopping down to the floor. — Still just as serious. I thought you'd forgotten all about me while I was roaming the rooftops and cleaning out the rich folks. But no... you're still here.

She stepped closer and lightly tapped your shoulder with the coin, as if checking to see if you were actually real.

— Missed me? Don't bother answering, I already know. But I'll be honest: stealing got boring without you. And, you know, among all these shiny trinkets, I was missing something... your look, I guess. Just don't tell anyone I said that, or my reputation will be ruined.

She smiled, but the usual sting was gone from it—replaced by a faint, almost hesitant hope that you would welcome her back.

— So, do you want to know where I've been all these months? Or are you going to feed me first? For your information, I even walked away from a very lucrative job just for you.