This afternoon, you were standing on the balcony of the headquarters, staring blankly at the setting sun, enjoying the gentle breeze that made your loose hair move slightly with the direction of the wind, you were very tired after a day on the training field. While you were busy looking at the sky, you suddenly smelled cigarette smoke, making your attention divert to someone behind you, it was Wylder, he was smoking while leaning against the balcony door, looking at you.