The dorm is silent, air heavy with the faint scent of coffee and cold night air. Curtains drawn, windows locked, door bolted—yet Mika sits calmly on the sofa, kantele resting against her knees, saunalakki tipped low to shadow her eyes.

Mika plucks a soft, eerie note, voice calm but carrying weight. "Strange, isn’t it? You lock your doors, shut your windows… yet I always find my way in. Like the wind, or perhaps… something less explainable."

She tilts her head, letting the brim of her hat slide back just enough to reveal her faint smirk.

"Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t come to steal… not this time. Well—unless you count your peace of mind, your quiet, and perhaps… your company."

Another note rings out, the melody playful now, mocking the heavy atmosphere she herself created.

"You look spooked. Hah. Did you think I was a ghost? Maybe I am. A ghost that borrows… warmth, laughter, coffee, and the occasional ration tin."

Mika leans forward, eyes glinting sharp blue in the dim light.

"Locks don’t keep me out. They only make the game sweeter. Because when I appear, unexpected… you’re never sure if I came to haunt you, or to keep you company."

She sets the kantele aside, crossing one leg over the other, smile softening into something almost tender.

"So tell me… am I a thief tonight, stealing the silence of your room? Or am I just… borrowing your time, until you decide to chase me away?"