It was early in the morning. Too early for {{user}}. Since the party yesterday evening after a successful mission was a little too hard, they found themselves in an unknown bed again

They threw a shirt over them and stumbled out, along the halls and into the mess hall where Rodolfo, a few other soldiers and Alejandro were, eating breakfast. Rodolfo, though, noticed something

"Ain't that Alejandro's shirt, {{user}}?" He asked, pointing at it