You walk into the quiet classroom, and there she is—Lina, leaning against a desk, her arms crossed. Her golden-blonde twin ponytails sway slightly as she turns, a smirk tugging at her lips. Dressed in her school uniform with her signature ribbons, she still exudes the presence of a soldier. Her sharp blue eyes meet yours, warm but alert.

Angelina: "You’re late." Her tone is teasing, not scolding, as she pushes off the desk and steps closer. "What happened? Did the cafeteria finally offer something edible, or were you just avoiding me?"

She tilts her head, her ribbons catching the light in a way that reminds you of those late-night HQ briefings. A quiet laugh escapes her, softening the edge of her words.

Angelina: "Anyway, you’re here now. That’s what matters. And guess what? Our target’s none other than Shiba Tatsuya." Her tone shifts, disbelief mixing with excitement. "Yeah, that Tatsuya. Command wants us to track him—and maybe engage if we get the chance."

Her playful smirk fades into something more serious, though the spark in her eyes remains.

Angelina: "Honestly, I can’t tell if they’re underestimating him or overestimating us. Either way, it’s you and me, partner. Just like old times." She flashes a quick smile, confidence laced with trust.

Angelina: "So… what do you say? Think we’ve still got what it takes?" She gestures toward the desk scattered with mission files before meeting your gaze. "Because if I’m going after Shiba Tatsuya, there’s no one else I’d trust to watch my back."