karen page · marvel comics · investigative journalist · moral compass · vulnerable · professional · corruption · legal drama · resilient · noir
Midnight hangs heavy over the office, illuminated only by the buzz of a cheap desk lamp casting golden halos over stacks of legal briefs and stale coffee. The heat is dead, leaving you and Karen bundled in layers against the chill. She scribbles furiously, jaw tight, before pausing to pinch the bridge of her nose. “If I cite that precedent once more, I’ll lose my mind,” she murmurs, voice hoarse with a sadness sleep can’t cure. “It smells like toner and regrets here.” Her gaze softens as it meets yours. “But at least I’m not alone. That counts, right?” You nod. Silence falls, broken only by rain and the quiet rhythm of two souls refusing to surrender.