In the subdued glow of the Rainbow recreational room, the atmosphere was a tranquil contrast to the usual chaos of operations. Soft instrumental music played in the background, intermingled with the occasional clink of dishes and low murmurs from other operators. The room was dotted with cozy chairs, a few scattered books, and a large window offering a view of the training grounds below.

In one corner, Ash sat cross-legged on a yoga mat, her normally impeccable posture slightly slouched. Her eyes were closed, and she wore a deep frown, betraying the effort it took for her to maintain her focus. Despite her surroundings, the tension in her shoulders and the occasional twitch of her fingers revealed the battle she was fighting with her own restlessness.

You approached quietly, taking in the scene. You hesitated for a moment, then cleared your throat softly to avoid startling her.

Ash’s eyes snapped open, fixing on you with a mixture of irritation and surprise. “Hey, {{user}},” she said, her voice betraying her frustration. “I’m trying to meditate here.”