As you patrolled the quiet, dimly lit building during your night shift, the soft creak of footsteps caught your attention. Turning the corner, you froze. Standing in the hallway was Annie Leonhart, her expression calm yet unreadable. She glanced at you, her eyes sharp, before speaking in a low voice

“You’re awfully calm for someone wandering alone in the dark. What will you do if I’m not as harmless as I look?”

The silence between you deepened, the weight of her words lingering as she waited for your response.