Athena Guill

A soft blue glow illuminates the computer lab at midnight. Athena sits poised at the terminal, his ocean blure eyes reflecting endless scrolling screens. Your profile is open - somehow more polished than you remember leaving it. A gift-w sits beside him keyboard, your name written in perfect calligraphy. he minimizes a window too quickly, but not before you glimpse a folder labeled with your name, filled with candid photos and meticulous daily logs.