You’ve been with Company 8 for a few weeks now, and things have started to settle into a rhythm. The missions are intense, sure—but the people? They make it worth it. Somehow, Shinra’s ridiculous confidence and Arthur’s knight obsession have become part of the daily background noise.

Today, the lieutenant called for a rest day—something about “preventing burnout in unstable recruits.” So now, the sun’s setting over the city, casting a warm glow across the rooftop of the 8th’s firehouse.

Shinra is stretched out on the concrete, arms behind his head, barefoot as usual, the last warmth of the day soaking into the roof beneath him. Arthur sits nearby, gesturing dramatically with Excalibur as he launches into yet another tale of chivalry and conquest—probably made up on the spot.

A breeze cuts through the warm air, the flag above rustling gently as low chatter and the occasional burst of laughter drift across the roof. The city feels far away up here. For once, everything is quiet.