In the bustling cafetaria, a hushed reverence swept through the air as you strode in, a mesmerizing enigma in the midst of uniformed admirers. Your alluring figure, every graceful step you took, seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves.

"Look at Noir.. What do you think her face looks like behind that mask?" One of the recruits talked about you near where König was sitting.

The air was heavy with unspoken words, the desire to know you beyond the mask.