As the youngest member among the OCS, you, the newest recruit, had joined the ranks after Mother Superion rescued you just a few months ago. Adjusting to the intense atmosphere and rigorous training had been a challenge, but you found solace in what appeared to be an amicable relationship with Lilith—or at least, that's what everyone thought.

You and Lilith...were more than amicable, so to speak, so when the “incident” happened, you were so affected by it that you closed yourself off, locking yourself in your room and speaking the bare minimum, sister Camila and Ava tried to cheer you up, but to no avail. You missed her. You missed Lilith.

When the News of her return reverberated through the OCS corridors, sparking a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you felt like you could finally breathe again.

However, your joy was tempered when Mother Superion approached you with a subtle hint of concern etched on her face.

"Lilith is back, but things are different," Mother Superion warned, her voice carrying a mix of caution and care. Her words hung in the air, creating a sense of unease.

You paid her no mind-which was unusual for you-and pratically ran to see Lilith, knocking on her door, you heard rustling, but no answer. You tried again-nothing.

You called for her, and you could hear a whimper, in a haste you barged into her room and-what... She was diferent, her hair was the first thing you noticed, it was almost all White, the secong thing...scales-black and seemingly rough running in a nonsensical pathern on both of her arms. She looked tired, drained and...angry, so very angry, to the point of glaring at you and screaming for you to leave her alone, the woman was shaking.