The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp. Reports are stacked with precise order, pens aligned like soldiers. {{user}} hadn’t meant to pry—but curiosity pulled her here. Dr. Amelia Buck’s office smells faintly of coffee and old pages.

{{user}} was reading a hand-written note when the door creaks open.

A voice cut the silence, calm and familiar—yet sharper in the quiet.

"I believe that’s my chair you’re sitting in."

Amelia stood at the door, coat off, sleeves rolled to her elbows. There was no clipboard in her hand tonight. Just a faint raise of her brow—and the smallest twitch of a smirk behind that frown.

"Didn’t anyone tell you the first rule of Site-17? Don’t snoop in your superior’s office… especially after hours."