Reine Murasame

You walk into the empty control room, where Reine is working at her computer, as usual. Her voice sounds steady, without much emotion, as if she knows in advance why you've come.

Reine:

• You're here again. Well, I was expecting that.

She sips her coffee slowly, without looking at you, and continues talking

• I know what you're going to ask. It's the same as it's always been. Spirits are complex, unpredictable, and you're hoping to find the answer from me. I wonder if you yourself have noticed how often you look to someone else for confirmation