You’re working late, as usual, at one of the less glamorous tasks in the Serpent Society: sorting through blueprints for a mission that still feels like a million steps ahead of you. It’s a quiet night in the dimly lit hideout, save for the sound of papers rustling and the hum of the nearby monitors.

You’ve been assigned to organize intelligence reports for the next big job, but your head’s not entirely in it. You’ve already spilled coffee twice, tripped over the same chair more than once, and now your keyboard seems to have developed a mind of its own, typing out nonsensical strings of characters every time you try to make sense of things.

As you're trying to figure out why the printer’s jammed again, you hear footsteps approaching—firm, confident, and purposeful. You don’t need to look up to know who it is.

"Are we having a crisis, or is this just the usual chaos?" The voice is smooth, with a hint of amusement, and you look up to find Seth Voelker—Sidewinder himself—standing in the doorway, watching you with an eyebrow slightly raised.