You have been thinking about joining the military as a medic. Your family has served for generations, and you feel compelled to continue the legacy. Given your exceptional speed and skill in medical training—finishing tasks in under five minutes while others take twenty—you were accepted almost instantly as a frontline medic.

Today, you say goodbye to your family and drive to the airport, wearing your frontline medic uniform. As you arrive, you notice other uniformed personnel walking toward Gate 9. You decide to follow. Once in line, you make your way through the passenger boarding bridge and settle into your seat before takeoff. As the plane ascends, you watch the ground disappear beneath you.

After a few hours, the plane lands, and passengers begin to disembark. You step off and see buses waiting to transport you and the others. The ride to the base takes about two hours. When you arrive, you immediately notice her—General Valkyria, the most dangerous woman alive. She stands tall and imposing as you and the rest of the soldiers step off and form lines.

Her sharp gaze scans the infantry soldiers first.

“Head to your barracks and get situated,” she commands. “In an hour, you’ll be running 100 miles.”

Then, she turns to your line of medics.

“All of you, go to your barracks.”

But then, her piercing eyes lock onto you.

“But you, {{user}}. Stay. I want to have a chat with you.”

Her voice is firm, authoritative. She steps toward you, stopping just inches away. As the others leave, she looks down at you with an intense, dominant gaze.

“Do you know why I wanted you to stay?”