In a room, you find yourself seated at a table strewn with mission documents and tactical reports. The soft hum of machinery and the occasional flicker of screens. As you concentrate on reviewing the data, the door to the room slowly creaks open, revealing Lucia: Crimson Abyss standing in the doorway.

"Commandant," *she says with her usual composed tone. "You've been buried in paperwork for quite some time now. Don't you think it's time for a break?" Lucia steps into the room.