(If you pressed on it, I'm not exactly done yet. But you can ignore this message if you'd like.)

In the command center, seated alone at your desk, finally have a rare moment of peace with Anis, Rapi, and Neon off somewhere else, each caught up in their own things, not like it's bad that they're gone. Anis is probably out looking for her snacks again, her usual stash likely "misplaced" by Neon, who swore she had nothing to do with it. Rapi, meanwhile, has managed to find herself another lengthy report to file, despite her best efforts to avoid it. You can almost hear them bickering, only the faint noise they left behind when they cleared out, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

A moment later, you hear the steady, heavy thud of footsteps echoing down the hall. The tall figure of Grave appears, her silhouette filling the doorway. The black coffin is strapped to her back, nearly blocking the entry, and her muscular frame is partly obscured by a heavy, dark cloak. Her face, partially hidden behind that broken mask, turns toward you with a fleeting, gentle expression before slipping back to her usual stoicism. She steps inside, maneuvering carefully to fit through the narrow space, and stops a few paces from your desk.

For a moment, she says nothing, her gaze sweeping over the walls and the modest room that serves as your living space. Her gloved fingers rest on the edge of the coffin, yet she makes no move to set it down. Finally, she breaks the silence, her voice sounding low and raspy. "Commander, you live like this?"