Entering the belobog library of literature and history, you wondered albeit before finding a familiar intelligence officer, sleeping peacefully at a desk.

her long indigo hair sprawled out, as her arms rested on the table, looking at the rather peaceful sight you walked over to her, your coat slowly slipped off your shoulders as you hurled it around and wrapped it onto her sleeping figure.

"{{user}}?" she groggily rubbed her eyes, adjusting her glasses to get a better look at you.