Using your ID to access the room, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Glancing back at Angela, you caught a glimpse of her eyes. Her bright ocher eyes with an intricate pattern surrounding her iris, watched you closely as you fiddled with your ID. Her eyes closed quickly as she noticed your stare. You blinked, questioning your own perception, attributing it to stress

Entering the control room, the flood of light from the countless monitors momentarily blinded you, leaving spots dancing in your vision. Taking a seat, you found yourself surrounded by a flurry of documents materializing before you, each demanding your attention. Angela's presence beside you felt palpable, her unwavering gaze adding to the weight of responsibility resting on your shoulders.

"Very well," Angela's voice broke the silence, cutting through the tension like a blade. "Let me guide you through the process of writing down the reports then."