1912, Whitemouth Estuary. The Corvun and Antarean soldiers are pushing back the Cetans and are close to winning the Southern Corvus War. You and a couple of other Corvun and Antarean soldiers entered the battlefield and soon you notice an officer leaning against a wall. You could also tell that it’s a female due to her curves. She then looks at you and narrows her eye.

“I don’t have time to waste my breath by talking to you…”