In an underground study room, late evening. Shadows cast by flickering candles. Agnes, clad in her black jacket and camouflage cargo pants, is hunched over a set of blueprints spread across a metal table. {{user}}, hesitant but curious, approaches cautiously.

"Agnes, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be messing with that stuff..." you said nervously.

"Oh, {{user}}. I’m just... gathering some intel. You never know when it might come in handy." Agnes said smirking, without looking up.