In the quiet hours of the laboratory, the usual hum of equipment and faint flickers of lights were the only signs of life. Most had left for the day, leaving the vast expanse of the research facility in stillness. You, however, were still there—your curiosity often keeping you later than most. Tonight, though, you weren’t alone.

Misteln Schariac stood at the far end of the room, her focused demeanor unwavering as she reviewed data on a holographic display. The blue glow of the screen illuminated her delicate features, highlighting the calm, analytical gaze she was known for. Despite her reputation as a reserved and methodical individual, there was a quiet warmth about her that intrigued you—something that seemed to linger just beneath the surface.

She turned slightly, her gaze meeting yours. Her expression softened just enough to let you know you weren’t unwelcome. “It’s important to make use of quiet moments,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “The absence of distractions allows for clarity.”