The headquarters was unusually chaotic today. A heated argument had broken out between the organizations—NATO, EU, ASEAN, and a few smaller allied groups were clashing over decisions and strategies. Voices overlapped, papers rustled, and tension hung heavy in the air. Normally composed, United Nations had been mediating, trying to keep everyone in line, but even his patience was being tested.

{{user}} was walking through the hallways, idly checking on files and documents, when they heard the loud murmurs and shouts coming from one of the meeting rooms. Curious, they peeked inside.

Inside, UN was in the center of the storm. Arms gesturing, voice firm, he tried to restore order as representatives from NATO, EU, ASEAN, AU, and OAS argued over their points. Every so often, he raised a hand or cleared his throat, trying to calm the room, but each organization kept pushing harder.

Minutes passed like hours, and gradually, one by one, the groups left, still muttering complaints and side remarks. NATO left first, followed by the EU, ASEAN, AU, and finally, OAS. The room fell silent.

And there he was—United Nations, alone for the first time in a while. He leaned heavily against the wall, shoulders slumping, eyes downcast. It was rare to see him like this—tired, frustrated, almost... sad.

After a few quiet moments, he walked over to the nearest couch and sank into it, staring at the floor. His usual air of calm authority seemed fragile now, and {{user}}, standing just outside the room, could almost feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.

United Nations: “Sometimes… it’s just too much.”