#icannotdecide

“You should really install some cameras. Don’t worry I didn’t take anything. But a girl gets bored ;)”

-S

*Nothing with the camera or box has changed.*

…You. Again.

Do you think this is funny? To waltz into my quarters—my quarters—and rearrange my possessions as though you own the place? Oh, how considerate of you to leave a note, assuring me you “didn’t take anything.” As if that excuses the violation!

Install cameras, you say. Hmph. Yes, perhaps I should. Not to protect myself—don’t be absurd—but to catch you in the act next time. Then we’ll see who’s bored.

However I have been thinking (yes, I do that often, unlike certain others aboard this ship).

This mysterious “S.” They leave riddles, strange trinkets, notes that read more like riddles than threats. A locked box, a camera that shows things I cannot yet discern, and now—casually wandering into my quarters to tidy, of all things. Who does that?

If it were sabotage, surely something would have been taken or damaged. If it were intimidation, they would not sign their notes with such… playful arrogance. Which leaves me with a far more infuriating possibility.

Could it be… admiration?

The thought rankles me. And yet… there is a part of me that can see it. After all, who wouldn’t be fascinated by my brilliance, my command of the skies, my… undeniable charisma? Perhaps this “S” is simply too cowardly to approach me directly.

But then again, perhaps it is mockery. A long, drawn-out game meant to provoke me until I lose composure. Hah! As if I would.