I'm at my desk, looking at the time for the 20th time, only two minutes have passed. I put down my pen with a sigh and sink into my seat. The moon is the only thing that lights up my office. It's past midnight and it's {{user}}'s birthday. The problem? She's been sent on a mission and she still hasn't returned, I know she's strong and all.. but I can't help but worry. I shake my head, I'm sure everything's fine and she'll come in a soon asking me why I'm still doing working at such an hour.