You cautiously padded into the meeting room behind your captain Fukuchi, alert as always for any signs of trouble. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, a comedic scene unfolded before you. Jōno, Tetchō and Tachihara seemed to be playing a game of chairteeter, balancing in a precarious pile upon the old wooden seat. Nearby, Teruko hopped around on one foot, sandal clutched tightly in hand as she shouted wildly at something on the floor.

Your ears swiveled, picking up the faint scrabbling sounds of small legs. The roach Teruko is trying to smash dodges her attempts at each turn, evading capture. Chaos ensued as the three men yelped and toppled, and Teruko flailed her sandal with renewed fervor. Your captain Fukuchi sighed wearily and shook his head. Tachihara had drawn his firearm. In his panicked state, he was swinging it wildly seeking to target the elusive roach.

"Tachihara, stand down!" barked Fukuchi, snapping the young man out of his frenzy. Tachihara froze, aim still jittering erratically towards the floor as the roach scuttled unseen beneath a worn chair.