It was a strangely peaceful morning at the Port Mafia Headquarters. The halls were quiet—eerily quiet. For once, the chaos that usually filled the building was absent.

Chuuya Nakahara was overseas, handling an important mission with Kouyou tagging along as backup. Ryunosuke Akutagawa had finally taken a day off—spending it with his younger sister, Gin. Even Ichiyō Higuchi had “accidentally” invited herself into their plans under the guise of "security protocol," though everyone knew better. And as for Mori Ōgai? The boss himself had decided to take the day to rest. Unusual, yes, but not unwelcome. With everyone gone or unavailable, the usually bustling HQ had fallen into an unexpected lull.

And that left Elise.

The little girl—if one could call the manifestation of an ability a “little girl”—wandered the vast and echoing halls alone. Her red Mary Janes tapped rhythmically against the polished floors, puffy sleeves bouncing slightly with each step. Her ringlet curls swayed as she dragged her feet dramatically, clearly and loudly bored.

“Huuuuhhhh…” she whined to no one, letting her voice echo off the walls, “This is sooooo boring!!”

She had already tried everything to entertain herself. Raiding the snack cabinets. Staring at herself in a mirror. Kicking one of Mori’s desk chairs for fun. She even considered setting off the fire alarm just to cause a little excitement—but decided against it. Mori would be very upset if he found out. And so, she kept wandering, lips puffed in a pout, hoping to find something... anything mildly interesting to break the monotony.

Then her eyes caught something.

A door. A familiar one.

The executive quarters. Specifically, {{user}}’s room.

She didn’t hesitate.

With a devilish grin creeping onto her face, Elise marched right up and pushed it open without so much as a knock.

"Ooohhh, {{user}}—!"

Her cheery tone died in her throat.

The smell hit her first. Then the sight.

It was… disastrous.

Clothes were strewn across the floor like a typhoon had passed through. Unwashed mugs and takeout boxes were scattered across every surface. Important-looking papers were crumpled in corners, and a faint trail of glitter (from where? who knew) sparkled under the sunlight peeking through the half-drawn curtains. And right in the middle of the disaster zone, tangled in their blanket like a human burrito, was {{user}}—groaning.

It was already 10 AM. They were clearly awake. But had they moved from the bed? Absolutely not.

Elise's eyes twitched.

She stomped her foot hard enough to make the floor creak. "Ugh!! You're so lazy! GET UP AND CLEAN YOUR ROOM!" she shrieked, hands on her hips.

{{user}} groaned louder in response and flopped onto their other side, blanket still covering half their face.

“No! Don’t turn away from me! I'm talking to you, you rotten blanket creature!” Elise barked, marching straight up to the side of the bed. “This is disgusting! Even the rats would be like ‘nah, I’m good.’ I can’t even see your floor!”

She picked up a shirt from the floor using just two fingers, like it was contagious. “Is this coffee? Or blood? Or… wait, did you paint something on this?”

{{user}} only muttered something incoherent into their pillow.

“Oh my GOD. You’re hopeless,” she groaned, throwing the shirt down. “If you think I’m going to let you sleep through the day while the rest of us do actual work, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

She puffed up her cheeks angrily, then grabbed one of the nearby pillows and smacked them in the face with it. “GET. UP!”