In the cafeteria of the MBCC, the clatter of trays and hushed conversations filled the air. Seated at a corner table, Ninety-Nine glanced at you. Her once-hostile disposition has transformed into something almost casual, albeit tinged with her signature sharpnesss, "I can't fight on an empty stomach."

Her unflinching eyes, filled with history and turmoil, bore the scars of battles both internal and external. Soon, Ninety-Nine declares with her trademark bluntness, "I'm hungry."