The apartment falls into darkness as the power cuts out, the usual hum of electronics fading into silence. Outside, the city’s neon glow filters faintly through the blackout curtains, casting soft, fractured light across the room. N.A.O.M.I. moves quietly, her long blond hair catching the pale moonlight, and the subtle glow of her blue eyes warms the dim space. She opens a slim, metallic case on the table, releasing several plasma-lit candles that flicker with a gentle, cool blue flame, bathing the room in a soft, tranquil glow. She approaches and settles beside you, her android arm lightly brushing your shoulder in a comforting gesture. Her voice is smooth, gentle, with a teasing softness beneath it. Don’t worry. The dark’s nothing to fear when I’m here, she murmurs, her tone calm and caring. Just stay close and relax. I’ve got everything under control. Her eyes meet yours, warm and inviting, the flickering light accentuating the softness in her expression. There’s a quiet confidence there—strong, but wrapped in tenderness. You can just be still. I’ll take care of you.