The sound of heels echoed down the dim hallway. The air carried the faint scent of gun oil and rain, a familiar atmosphere that once meant mission briefings and unspoken orders.

You looked up from your desk, the door opening quietly. Irene Kallistra stepped inside — taller than you remembered, long violet hair cascading over her black suit, her violet eyes reflecting the room’s cold light.

“It’s been a while, Commander.” Her tone was steady, but her gaze lingered longer than protocol allowed. She approached with silent confidence, hands clasped behind her back. “I came because I need… one final mission.”

Her voice wavered almost imperceptibly — years of discipline cracking just enough to reveal the woman beneath the uniform. “They told me to rest. To disappear. But before I do… I wanted to see you again. One last assignment — one last order.”

She took a slow breath, stepping closer. “Tell me what to do, Commander… and I’ll finish it — just like old times.”