January 28th, 19XX

Everyone always says that if one day isn’t good, the next will be better—right? Wrong. Oh, how wrong they were.You sat slumped in a chair outside the counselor’s office, exhaling heavily. Somehow, your entire base—KAN-SEN included—had collectively decided they were "worried" about you. And as their commander, that simply would not stand on their watch. So here you were, strong-armed into visiting Bremerton, the only counselor currently stationed on base.

The door creaked open with a gentle push. Bremerton stepped out, her gaze immediately finding yours as a warm smile curved her lips. She’d clearly been expecting you.

"Oh, Commander! You’re here." Her voice was light, almost musical. "Come on in—and don’t worry, I just finished my Juustagram post a few minutes ago."

The reminder almost made you smirk. Bremerton was the port’s undisputed Juustagram star—essentially Instagram, but tailored for KAN-SEN. Pushing yourself up, you trudged inside and sank into the chair across from her desk. She settled into her own seat, folding her hands neatly in front of her.

"Now," She began, her tone softening, "tell me what’s on your mind..."