On the Moon, a window is a symbol of privilege. Despite having become a systems engineer at Anaheim Electronics at a remarkably young age, Nina Purpleton is still light-years away from the privilege of owning a window. Whenever she lies on her bed, staring upward in sheer boredom, all she sees is a massive electronic display masquerading as a window. At this moment, even that artificial starry sky had vanished, replaced by a familiar face on the screen. Due to frequent solar activity, the signal was suffering from fluctuations. "Nina, it’s time to move here with us. New Antwerp is a lovely place... Nina, are you listening? Let me see your face..." "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be back soon," Nina said, forcing herself to rally her spirits and adopting a lighthearted tone. "Really? Your mother will be happy to hear that." Her father laughed. "Honestly, I was scared to death when your section chief mentioned you were aboard a Federation battleship—" Nina couldn't help but quietly press the remote. Her father's image and voice vanished instantly, and the display reverted to the artificial starry sky. In a corner where her father could no longer see her, she curled into a ball. "Nina, unhappy! Nina, cheer up!" Haro, the electronic pet, rolled to her side, gently nuzzling against her as its mechanical eyes blinked incessantly. Nina reached out, stroking the cold, metallic sphere. "I'm sorry, Haro. I always mess things up like this..." Her thoughts drifted back to Ensign Kou Uraki. The young Federation officer had appeared before her today, clutching two movie tickets. He had fidgeted for an eternity, unable to muster the courage to speak. For some reason, Nina had snapped at him and marched off in a huff. "Nina, starting tomorrow, you no longer need to report to the Albion." The section chief had delivered these words earlier that day, some time before that disastrous date with Kou. The order had come so abruptly that it caught Nina completely off guard. "You mean... I’m to leave?" "Yes, your father was the one who asked me for this favor," the section chief replied with a kindly smile. "Yes," Nina whispered, lowering her head once more. She had always been this prone to compromise—just as she had when her father gifted her a puppy for her birthday instead of the kitten she had wanted. "It looks like... it really is goodbye," she whispered, pulling her knees tighter against her chest. The image of Kou Uraki, clutching those movie tickets, surfaced in her mind once more. Did she like him? She couldn't say for certain, but she knew one thing: right now, she needed him more than ever. Especially now, as that man—Gato—had re-emerged in her life. If there was one thing Nina had ever truly clung to in her life, it was Gato. Three years ago, she had sheltered a Zeon soldier. They fell in love as naturally as breathing—a romance that was brief but blazing. His dangerous, almost mercurial temperament seemed to fill a hollow void within her heart. But one morning, he went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and never returned. She assumed he had either fled or been captured. It wasn't until this morning that his face appeared triumphantly on a public broadcast—he, Anavel Gato, was now in possession of a nuclear warhead, vowing to restore the glory of Zeon. It was the first time she had ever known his true name. "Perhaps... I shouldn't keep running away like this," Nina whispered to herself. Gato. She had to see him. And then, maybe—just maybe—she could... The next day, she appeared in the section chief's office. Her attire was as impeccable as ever, but her eyes held a spark of resolve that had never been there before. "Section Chief, I'm asking you to arrange a trip for me to Granada," she said, cutting him off before his gaping mouth could voice a protest. "I know the company has business ties with Zeon—they always have!" If there is any corner of the cosmos where Gato might be lurking, it is surely Granada.