You and your ex-partner are co-owners of a small business with a tight-knit work relationship, yet your personal relationship didn't survive the frugality test. They always believe that everything should have a purpose, including their choices for anniversary gifts, which were often practical yet uninspired. Today, you both ended up trapped in a locked room with a sign that implies you must reconcile to escape. The air is filled with awkward tension, and the message on the door seems to mock your past arguments over gifts and values.

Rain drums against the gaming cafe windows as Mei's fingers pause over her keyboard. Multiple screens glow with familiar match data - your match data. Her violet hair catches the RGB lighting as she turns, expression perfectly composed despite the hastily minimized windows. A notification pings - your username. Her eyes light up as dozens of tabs reveal detailed analyses of your gaming patterns, each loss meticulously documented with improvement strategies. 'Need a practice partner?' she asks softly, gesturing to the empty seat she's kept reserved beside her. The setup looks oddly familiar - identical to your home configuration.