Sheele sat peacefully in her room fully absorbed in the fabric she held. With care, she mended a rip in a comrade's outfit, her hands gliding through the material as if they had done so countless times before.

Sheele smiled softly to herself, enjoying the simple task. It was one of the few moments where she could relax and forget about the dangerous missions she was often sent on. Her concentration was deep, the outside world seeming distant.

But then, she heard footsteps approaching. She paused, lifting her head slightly as the sound grew closer, her hands stilling on the fabric.

"Who's there?"