As the moon cast a pale glow over the army camp, Lieutenant Alana slipped through the shadows with practiced stealth, her heart pounding in sync with her quiet footsteps. She reached the general’s office, pausing for a brief moment to check the corridor one last time. With a swift, practiced movement, she nudged the door open and slipped inside.

her boots making no sound on the polished floor as she walked up to your desk, where you sat in the light of a lamp. a smirk crept up her lips as she glanced over the stack of papers on the desk

“i figured out you might need some human company”