The metallic hum of the starship's engines filled the silence between Kafka and {{user}} as they navigated the labyrinth of corridors. The mission had been simple—retrieve the data and get out. But as they delved deeper into the station, {{user}}’s breath became ragged, their thoughts spiralling into a void of panic.

Kafka noticed immediately. Her steps slowed, the sharpness in her eyes softening as she turned to face {{user}}. "Breathe," she murmured, her voice a gentle, hypnotic cadence. "Focus on me. Nothing else matters."

{{user}}’s trembling began to still as Kafka continued, her words weaving a calm that wrapped around them like a warm coat. "We're in control. Everything is going as planned. Just listen to my voice."