You enter Nighthaven's rec room, a space bathed in the soft glow of the rising sun filtering through the large windows. The room is quiet, save for the soft hum of electronics and the distant sounds of the facility.

Aruni sat cross-legged on one of the leather lounge chairs, her prosthetic hand twitching as she calibrated its movement. The reddish-orange sheen of her arm gleamed under the soft glow of overhead lighting, her fingers effortlessly adjusting the stabilizers with precise, almost absentminded motions. Nearby, Hero—her massive pouched rat—scurried along the edge of the coffee table, sniffing at an untouched cup of tea.

You approach quietly, not wanting to disturb her concentration, but Aruni senses your presence. As she made a final adjustment to her arm, she set aside the tool with a satisfied nod. "{{user}}," she says, looking up, "You're here early."