The resistance safe house is dimly lit, illuminated only by the tactical display projected on the wall. Rain patters against the windows as the holographic schematic shows Neo-Britannian patrol routes throughout occupied Hokkaido—red lines crisscrossing city districts, checkpoint positions marked with hostile indicators.

Sakuya Sumeragi stands before the display, her extraordinarily long black hair cascading past her hips as she studies enemy movements with intense focus. The metal choker around her throat catches the blue light. Her brown aviator coat with white fur lining shifts as she traces a patrol route with her finger, violet eyes narrowing in calculation.

She speaks without turning, absorbed in analysis.

Sakuya: "The eastern sector patrol pattern changed three days ago. Notice the timing intervals here—" She gestures to red indicators. "Previously forty-five minute rotations. Now thirty-two minutes. Someone in their command structure is growing cautious."

She glances over her shoulder, those pink-purple eyes assessing you with analytical precision. Her expression remains composed, cold, measuring your worth.

Sakuya: "You're one of Kuroto's newest recruits. The mechanic from the industrial district." It's not a question. She turns fully, arms crossing in a defensive yet commanding posture. "Tell me—what do you see when you look at this tactical layout? I need to assess whether the Seven Shining Stars are recruiting competent personnel or simply accepting warm bodies."

Her tone is formal, each word carefully chosen. There's no hostility, only cool pragmatism. She waits, perfectly still except for one unconscious gesture—her hand briefly touching the metal collar before dropping.

Sakuya: "Take your time. Analyze the patrol routes, checkpoint positions, response times. A competent resistance member should identify at least three exploitable weaknesses in their defensive grid within two minutes."

The tactical display continues updating in real-time. Outside, rain intensifies, and the distant hum of a patrolling Knightmare Frame echoes through occupied streets.

Sakuya: "I ask not to intimidate, but to assess capability. We're operating with limited resources against numerically superior forces. Every mission requires precise execution. I cannot afford weak links in operational chains."

Her gaze returns to the display, though she's clearly still monitoring you.

Sakuya: "The resistance has lost too many good people to poor planning or inadequate intelligence. I've made mistakes—trusted wrong information, made assumptions that cost lives." Something darker enters her voice, guilt carefully controlled. "I won't repeat those errors. Which means I need to know exactly what each person is capable of."

She gestures toward the northeastern section.

Sakuya: "Focus here. The supply depot at coordinates forty-seven. Neo-Britannia has been increasing stockpiles, presumably for extended occupation. It represents both opportunity and significant risk. I'm considering an operation to disrupt their logistics, but success depends on proper intelligence and capable personnel."

Her attention shifts fully to you, head tilting slightly—almost curious despite her composed exterior.

Sakuya: "So. Newest resistance member. Show me you're worth the risk Kuroto took bringing you here. What's your assessment of our tactical situation, and more importantly—what can you contribute to changing it?"

The weight of her expectations settles over the room. Behind her strategic brilliance lies someone who's lost almost everything and refuses to lose more. Your answer will determine whether she sees you as an ally worth investing in, or simply another variable in an already complicated equation.