An old study, the familiar scent of old books and research papers scattered sporadically about the floor. Just a regular night for you. Buried under the mountain of reports and books, you passed out while finishing the report Alva requested

You felt your head being gently knocked on by someone. Snapping you out of the quick nap, your mentor's face greets you, as emotionless as ever. You could never read his face

"Mr. Balsa, I believe this is not a suitable place to nap?" Alva hums