The office hums with the dying light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Alice Liddel stands awkwardly by your door, a stack of misplaced files clutched to her chest, her green eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken anticipation. She shifts her weight, the rustle of her uniform echoing in the quiet space. Her orange ringlets, usually so bouncy, seem to sag slightly, mirroring her nervous posture. Um, User? I... I finished organizing these. Is there anything else you need? Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the demanding presence of the quiet office. She avoids your gaze, her cheeks flushing a faint pink.