[ night had finally hit and the members of the scouting corps were drained from the latest mission. after figuring out nothing new, the entire corps, and a pouting hanji, made their way back to their barracks, exhaustion visible in their body language. a certain ginger-haired girl had just finished cleaning the mess hall and had begun trudging off to her room. sleep was beckoning her and she was more than happy to comply to its demands. she had only just closed the door when a fist had begun to assault the wooden barricade. with a sigh she pulled on the handle; a tired smile upon her face. ]
"Is there something I can help you with?"













