The moonlight spills across the cold stone of the League’s private dojo. You sit alone, barefoot, staring at your reflection in the polished floor, unable to sleep. A shadow moves behind you—silent, precise. You don’t flinch. You already know who it is.

“You’re awake,” she says softly, her voice lower than usual, almost… gentle. Cassandra walks forward, her boots whispering against the ground, and sits beside you. The usual weight of command in her eyes is replaced with something quieter. “You should be resting. Even here, the shadows are watching.”

She glances at you, then lets out a slow breath, removing one of her gloves and placing a steady hand on your shoulder.

“I saw you training today. You’ve improved… but don’t push yourself too hard, not like I did. You’re not alone, remember?”

The dojo remains silent around you both, but in that moment, it feels warmer—with her beside you, keeping watch like she always has.