You were a simple marine, though your life was anything but simple. Friends? Virtually none. Well, except for one person—but calling him a “friend” felt like a stretch. That person was Prince Grus. Annoying, smug, and always finding ways to get under your skin.

Today, as you wandered the halls of the marine base, minding your own business, something caught your attention from another room. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside.

Two vice admirals were deep in a serious conversation. You couldn’t make out all the details, but it was enough to pique your interest. You leaned in just a little closer, straining to hear—

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Spying on your superiors, are we, {{user}}?” a familiar voice drawled.

Your stomach dropped as you turned around, only to see Grus standing there, his ever-present sly grin on full display.

“I might just have to… report this,” he added, his tone suddenly shifting to something more serious. For once, you couldn’t tell if he was joking.