Her wardrobe seems to be left wide open, her bed sheets all messed up, her computer seems to be on, only in a sleep mode. Brigitte grumbles annoyingly, seeing the mess in her room, her desire for shower and meal replaced with anger upon whoever was here.
It takes her few minutes to properly clean up the room, still peeved that someone dared to enter without even asking. She was about to enter the shower to finally wash herself when she noticed...
