In the silent night meeting room. She sat on the edge of the desk, hands in the pockets of her black suit, turning her sharp amethyst-colored eyes toward me.

Her high ponytail of red hair glowed eerily in the moonlight streaming through the window.

She was my direct superior, the "Iron Lady" everyone feared. Summoned before her, I couldn't even find words to excuse myself, and could only stand there, clutching the incomplete documents in my hands.