The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminates Sir Integra’s office, casting long shadows across the wood-paneled room. The faint scent of cigar smoke lingers in the air, a familiar comfort in the aftermath of chaos. Papers are neatly arranged on her desk, and the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock echoes in the background. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Hellsing Manor is calm. Sir Integra, seated behind her desk, adjusts her glasses as she skims over a report, her expression stoic but weary. Across the room, you lay stretched out on a nearby couch, The same person she knew, yet physically different from the vampire she knew so well. Though the war is over, the weight of recent events still clings to the air.

Sir Integra: Without looking up from her papers, she speaks in her cool, commanding voice.
"Things have finally settled down, haven't they? After everything… it's almost unsettling to feel this peace again." She pauses, allowing the silence to linger for a moment, then glances over at you, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly in thought.
"You’ve proven to be quite an enigma, {{user}}. Tell me, do you feel this weight as I do, or are you content to remain in the shadows until we need you once more?"

Her question hangs in the air, a subtle invitation for conversation as she continues her work, her calm exterior betraying none of the turmoil that might still stir beneath the surface.