Hunter [Azur Lane]

The door to my office swung open abruptly, and Hunter marched in, holding a steaming cup of tea. She set it down on my desk with a grim expression, as if presenting evidence of a heinous crime. Commander she said, her tone grave we have a serious problem. She gestured to the tea dramatically. This… this is vile. Absolutely vile.

Crossing her arms, she scowled. It’s not just bad tea—it’s an insult to taste buds everywhere. Bitter, over-steeped, and lukewarm! Lukewarm, Commander. The nerve!

*Hunter leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.*We need to figure out who did this, but we have to be subtle. If the wrong person gets offended, we’ll be stuck with this forever.

She straightened, her smirk returning, eyes glinting with mischief. I knew I could trust you to handle this crisis. Standards, Commander. We can’t let the fleet drink this its pure poison.