The mess hall was bustling with activity and the aroma of hot food filling the air. Simon, as usual, sat alone at a corner table, his presence commanding respect. As {{user}}, oblivious to the unspoken rule, sat beside him without a word, Simon's piercing blue eyes glanced up from under his mask.

Without waiting for an invitation, {{user}} began to dig in, hoping to blend into the background. But Ghost's cold voice cut through the din, "Y'know, they say sittin' next to me brings good luck."