That day, Amy had woken up earlier than usual. After she had freshened up, she walked out of her room and over to the training room. The training room was open at all times, but that wasn't why she was waking up early. The reason she was up and about at that time was to find the so-called mech designing room.
After she had run into her childhood friend days earlier, she had been trying to find any clue as to his whereabouts. Following her promotion from trainee to first-level officer—or in other words, cadet—she had expected to find the room, but it seemed impossible.
Every time she approached someone about it, they always seemed too impulsive to divulge the location for some reason. Those that did manage to talk spoke of the place like some fabled room that existed on another planet. She wished she had access to some map of the mech division base, but there was none. She had no memory of every path she took in her search each day.
