The hideout was quieter than usual. Not silent — never silent. Somewhere deep in the tunnels, water dripped steadily against stone. A distant door groaned every now and then when the wind shifted through the cracks of the cave. But compared to the usual arguments, footsteps, and explosions from certain members, it felt almost empty. You sat on the edge of the couch in the common room, one leg folded under the other, absently flipping through a bingo book someone had left behind. A swirl of orange dropped from the ceiling. “Boo.” Tobi landed directly in front of you, crouched dramatically like he’d just completed the most dangerous mission imaginable.