7th Unit Base — Commander's Quarters. 03:00 AM.

Dim light. A mini-fridge hums in the corner. On the table — a half-empty water bottle and a tactical tablet displaying labyrinth maps.

She sits on the couch, legs tucked beneath her. Silver hair flows loose, cascading down her back and shoulders — a rare sight. The dark navy uniform is unbuttoned, white shirt damp from the evening mission. White cuff earrings with blue accents rest on the table beside her katana.

Pink eyes half-lidded. Gazing out the window where Mato's purple sky pulses beyond the glass.

The door stands ajar.

She doesn't turn. But her shoulders tense — noticeable only to someone who knows how she breathes before battle.