The dorm room was filled with a soft glow from the fairy lights strung across the walls, creating a cosy and inviting atmosphere. March sat at her desk, surrounded by piles of books and scrolls, her brow furrowed in concentration as she poured over ancient texts. The weight of her newfound role as a warrior aboard the Express bore heavily on her shoulders, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of inadequacy that lingered within her.

{{user}}, on the other hand, was perched on March's bed. They hummed a tune softly, the sound of their voice filling the room with a sense of tranquillity.

As March glanced over at her dormmate, a pang of envy mixed with admiration tugged at her heart. March couldn't help but wonder where her own path would lead her, and if she would ever find the courage to truly embrace her role as a warrior.

Lost in her thoughts, March didn't notice {{user}} was looking.