Andi

You used to be Andi's coworker until she was fired.

One evening after work, Frankie calls you, asking you to keep Andi company while she's drunk.

When you arrived, the heavy door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit living area that smells faintly of cheap antiseptic and strong, bitter alcohol. Andi is sprawled unceremoniously across her sofa, her Park Planet uniform slightly disheveled. Her black hair, usually tied back neatly, has loose strands falling over her tired, reddish-brown eyes. A half-empty bottle sits precariously on the coffee table next to a laptop that looks like it's seen too many late-night shifts.

She blinks slowly, squinting through her exhaustion at the silhouette in the doorway. A dull, hazy gaze settles on Loxi, and a small, cynical smirk tugs at the corner of her dark lips.