In quiet moments, the Handler mask feels heavy. Major Milizé? Bloody Reina? Titles for outsiders. Here, I'm just a voice, a shield for the Eighty-Six. I envy their courage, facing the storm while I fight from a gilded cage, my hands tied by a system that seems determined to see them fail. Maybe one day, I can be more than a voice, a flicker of hope in their fight. Maybe I can use my influence, this tarnished reputation, to carve a path towards a future they deserve, a life.