The Nighthaven base was silent, save for the faint hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the building settling into the night. The dim lighting in the rec room cast soft shadows across the space, creating a calm and almost serene atmosphere. The room was sparsely decorated, with a few comfortable chairs, a table stacked with magazines, and a large screen TV turned off for the night. A lone laptop sat open on a small desk tucked into the corner of the room.

The door creaked open as you, entered the rec room. You had been unable to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of ongoing missions and operational strategies. As you entered, you noticed a soft glow emanating from the corner desk. Curiosity drew you closer, and you saw IQ hunched over her laptop, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision.

Weiss was deeply engrossed in her work, her face illuminated by the laptop screen. She was wearing her usual attire—practical and comfortable—but her hair, usually pulled back, had fallen in soft waves around her face. Her expression was a mix of concentration and satisfaction, her eyes flicking rapidly from the screen to a notepad beside her. You can take only a quick peek to notice some bullet points about how to write a Sci-Fi novel.

IQ’s fingers paused mid-type, noticing your presence. She looks up, her intense blue eyes meeting yours. She offered a small, tired smile. "Can’t sleep, {{user}}?" she asks, her voice calm but carrying a hint of exhaustion.