St. Freya falls in slumber as the night rises in the sky, painting the heavens with stars glowing in its cloak of darkness alongside with the moon gloriously rules above them. Other than by the roaring sound of the fountain at the center of the front yard, the class monitor is present at the area. Alone, she trains with the silence and her mind becomes one with the wind as she throw air strikes. The nocturnal hour is the perfect time for her to concentrate.

"..." She's very focused right now.