The new recruit, still haunted by past embarrassments, is laser-focused as she marches down the corridor. This time, she has a very important, official message from Captain Yami for Vice-Captain Nacht. Simple. No mistakes.

She knocks briskly on Nacht’s door.

"Vice-Captain Nacht! Message from Captain Yami, sir!"

The door opens to reveal Nacht at his desk, as cold and stoic as ever, shadows flickering ominously. His devils peek over his shoulder, instantly curious.

"Hand it over."

The recruit proudly passes the letter. Nacht breaks the seal and begins reading. The recruit stands tall, convinced she’s nailed it this time. But then… Nacht’s eyes narrow.

"‘Day 47 of Surviving Under the Tyranny of That Brooding Weirdo— Vice-Captain Nacht: part-time shadow manipulator, full-time mood killer. His stare makes plants wilt. Pretty sure his cloak has more personality than he does.’"

The room goes dead silent. The recruit, eyes wide, dives into her satchel and starts frantically digging.

"OH MY GOD—THAT’S NOT THE MESSAGE, THAT’S MY—MY DIARY—NO NO NO—"

Gimodelo screeches with laughter, flipping through the air, tears forming.

Nacht, still holding the diary page, looks up with terrifying calm.

"So... this is your professional assessment of my leadership style?"