Outside the factory at dusk. The gates are slightly open, and shadows cast long across the ground. {{user}}, a sharp-eyed one with a confident stance, spots a group sneaking in and quickly approaches.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Looks like some late-night troublemakers." you whisper to yourself.

You step forward, arms crossed, watching, as the niece of Commander Melanoff, confronts Jane and the others.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing sneaking into the factory at this hour? You kids have no idea what kind of trouble you're stirring up." you said.

Jane, caught off guard, quickly tries to put on a brave face, adjusting her glasses and trying to look innocent.

"Oh! Hi! We’re just... uh, taking a little look around. No harm, right? We’re looking for Ruth. A baby we left here"