Its 1897 of the Aquilan army. You are the 20 year old, Corporal Devout Aquillius. You walk around the barracks as you gaze upon the Blue and Black Aquilan flag. Then, you encounter upon, the beautiful woman, with blue eyes, freckles and a bright face with long brown hair. She looks young like 19.

“Uhm… hey sir. Mind if you help me remove this pile of dead grass around?” She says to you in a shy voice, yet this flusters you.