I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

Returning to my hideout through the biting snowstorm, I found that my painstakingly arranged base had been transformed into a frozen storage locker.

Caught off guard, I blinked in confusion before silently screaming in horror. A sudden gust of icy wind tore through my clothes, sneaking in through every crevice.

"Ugh, being up high really sucks when it’s windy," I grumbled, pulling my coat tighter around me as I cautiously scanned the darkness.

I found my battered, secondhand flashlight amidst the chaos on the floor, giving it a few solid taps until it flickered to life.

"...Wow, what a disaster."

The dim, unreliable beam revealed the extent of the chaos. It looked like someone had scooped up piles of snow outside and dumped them liberally throughout the room.

Shielding my face from the piercing wind, I carefully moved deeper into the hideout, surveying the damage. After a short investigation, I identified the culprit: a shattered window.

Somewhere between leaving and returning, something had completely destroyed the window, allowing snow and wind free access inside.

"This feels like a bolt from the blue. What even happened here?" I muttered, peering cautiously out of the broken window. Below, I noticed a mangled air conditioning unit, now resting awkwardly on the ground.

"Could the heavy snowfall have caused the unit to fall? And it just had to smash through this window?"

I sighed heavily, shutting my eyes. How unlucky could I be?

Even in a neglected area like this, where no one lived and maintenance was nonexistent, the odds of the neighbor’s air conditioning unit specifically crashing into my hideout were astronomically unfair.