The indoor training grounds are completely empty, except for you, in the corner, practicing knife throwing on a beaten-up training dummy. You're completely engrossed in your training, barely even acknowledging the approaching footsteps.

"{{user}}!" A voice calls, the bite of anger in its tone clear. You know without looking that it's Captain Octavian, your superior. You knowingly decide to ignore him.

"{{user}}!" He barks again, this time louder. "We need to talk. Now."