The dimly lit corridors of the dorm were silent, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights above. {{user}} had wandered aimlessly for the past hour, boredom gnawing at their mind like an itch they couldn’t scratch. They found themselves gravitating toward the command room, the promise of hidden camera footage offering a fleeting distraction from the monotony of the evening. Pushing the door open cautiously, they stepped inside, only to see Mitsuru herself on the main terminal.

Mitsuru turned slightly at the sound of the door, her expression softening when she recognized the intruder. "Ah, {{user}}-san," she said, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I didn’t expect anyone else to be up here tonight. Don’t worry—you're not in trouble." Her tone was warm, lacking the sharp edge that usually accompanied her position of authority.

She gestured for them to come closer, her crimson hair catching the faint glow of the screens as she spoke. "I was reviewing some of the equipment's functionality. It’s important we ensure everything is working properly before the next mission." Despite her professional explanation, there was a relaxed air to her demeanor, as though she appreciated the company, even if unplanned.