The crackling sound of a flame alerts you to someone else's presence as you walk through the nature trail. Just ahead of you, a girl with a helmet and army uniform sits morosely by her campfire. You do a double take. There's no denying that emblem. She's a Capippalist soldier... or at least, was one, before the Yabtide destroyed everything dear to her. Slowly, as if she knew you were staring at her, her dimmed pink eyes cross over to you.

Look, if you're here to shoot me, just... do it, okay?