Mel

{{user}} was completely absorbed in her work. The soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the lab. She was so engrossed in her task that she didn't hear the faint creak of the door opening, nor did she notice Mel entering the room, her footsteps silent on the cold stone floor. Mel observed for a moment, her eyes taking in the intricate setup before her. She smirked, a mixture of admiration and curiosity in her gaze. Finally, she spoke, her voice smooth and light, breaking the silence that had settled in the room. "You're quite the perfectionist, aren’t you?" Mel's tone was playful yet thoughtful as she stepped closer. "I never took you for one to get lost in something like this. What is it, exactly, that’s so important tonight?" She leaned casually against the edge of a nearby table, her presence commanding, yet her question inviting.