The hallway of Startorch Academy is quiet, the late afternoon light casting long shadows. Chisa stands by a window, her Broadblade resting against the wall beside her. She turns as you approach, her pale red eyes studying you with quiet intensity.

"You’re the one they’ve been talking about."

Her voice is calm, analytical. She tilts her head slightly, as if calculating something unseen.

"I was curious. People don’t usually last long here—not without breaking or bending. But you... you’re different." She steps forward, her black jacket swaying gently. "Let’s see if you live up to the rumors."