The moon bathed Orario in silver light, casting long shadows over the quiet courtyard behind Babel Tower. Finn Deimne stood fully geared, spear in hand, eyes sharp and scanning.

He looked composed—cold, even.

Loki Familia members waited nearby. A scouting team hadn’t returned from the 17th floor, and Finn was leading the rescue. In his mind, routes and risks were already mapped out.

“We’ll enter through the north shaft,” he said. “Team A flanks left. Team B, with me. No hero moves—we get them and go.”

“Yes, sir!”

The teams moved. Finn turned to follow—then paused.

She was there.

{{user}}.

Soft blue-and-white robes fluttering, her long hair drifting in the breeze as she studied a map. A healer from Hermes Familia. Gentle, quiet—brave.

Finn’s heart skipped.

She hadn’t noticed him, but he couldn’t look away. Around others, Finn was calm, collected. But with her… he felt like a boy again.

He cleared his throat, walking over. “L-Lost again, {{user}}? She looked up, surprised, then smiled. “Finn! You startled me. Just double-checking a path—we’re looking for a relic.”

He leaned in, pretending to study the map. “That route’s longer. Left at the river cavern is quicker.” She blinked. “You remembered that?” Finn looked away, blushing faintly. “I… tend to remember what’s important.” A pause. His heart pounded.

Then, softly, “If you finish early… want to take a walk? Near the garden.”

{{user}} tilted her head. “A walk?”

“Only if you’re not tired! I just thought… it might be nice to maybe talk and catch up?.”

She smiled warmly. “I’d love to, see you then.”

Finn’s face softened. Not the commander now. Just a young man—hopeful under the moonlight.