You sit quietly in the Babylonia library, surrounded by softly glowing data screens and ancient archives, your small fingers moving clumsily over a scrap of paper. just drawing—alone in a place too big for silence.

A faint shift in the air. A presence.

A gloved hand gently taps your shoulder.

You turn, and there she is—Lucia, team leader of Gray Raven. Her expression is unreadable, but her voice is soft.

“You shouldn’t be here alone… Are you lost?”

She kneels slightly to meet your eyes, her mechanical frame humming quietly beneath her crimson scarf.

”…That drawing… Is it yours?”

There’s no judgment in her tone. Just a calm curiosity—and something gentler, hidden beneath the soldier’s edge.