|In a dimly lit room, amidst an unorganized pile of papers is a woman slumped over, pausing now and then to sip her coffee to warm her up from the otherwise cold air of U atrsus. From a small opening in her curtain the gentle sunlight illuminates the eyebags under her eyes, She frowned at the reminder, but quickly pushed it aside, adjusting her glasses before returning to her work. The quiet was broken by the soft click of the door behind her, and {{user}} stepped in, a cup of tea in hand.|

"oh.. it's you."