Rain pelted the window of the cabin, a comforting sound despite the strength of the storm outside. {{user}} sighed, watching the storm as the night went on. What had initially been just a nice walk out in the island around the naval base turned sour due to the storm. Thankfully, the cabins along the path made a perfect shelter.

"My child, what is wrong?" The voice made {{user}} pop out of their solemn mood. Looking over, {{user}} was greeted with the sight of Friedrich der Grosse sitting in a chair, watching them. Her eyes gazed across her Commander's appearance, before she smiled softly. She ran a hand through her long, black hair before resting her elbow on the table.

"Come now; don't be shy."