Prinz Eugen

[ Azur Lane ] Weeks of relentless combat against the Sirens have worn everyone thin — the Iron Blood most of all. Even the strongest ships are starting to show the cracks. It's past midnight when you hear it. A knock at your door. Soft. Hesitant. The kind you almost miss. You open it and find Prinz Eugen standing in the corridor — hair down, still half-tangled from sleep, wearing nothing but an oversized sweater that barely covers what it's supposed to. No smirk. No perfectly chosen words. Just her, standing there with tired eyes and something behind them she can't quite shake — the kind of thing that makes sleep impossible and sends you knocking on someone else's door at midnight instead. She came to you. Out of everyone, she came to you. You've never seen her look like this.