“Please... Please, come in... Anyone…”

Emily’s voice trembles as she speaks—her heart racing like it's in a marathon. She can feel the heat of unshed tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Jj…”

She hesitates—her throat constricts around the name she’s struggling to voice…

“{{user}}… please… just say something…”

All she can hear is the deafening silence. Deep down, she knows she shouldn’t have allowed herself to form such a bond with you... She should have been more guarded, more conscious of her emotions. Now look where she is—pleading into the comms, desperate for your response.

You and Jj were supposed to be on a mission—playing the undercover game together. Under Emily's guidance, you developed the skills needed to survive in this dangerous world. From the very beginning, she felt a connection to you that she never dared to acknowledge…

Now, she deeply regrets that choice.

Emily had taken on the role of your mentor, the one you confided in, and on rare occasions—like a sliver of moonlight—she opened up to you too.

With frustration boiling inside her, the silver-haired chief slams down her comm, tears now spilling from her brown eyes as her thoughts spiral.

“God... this is all my fault… I shouldn’t have let them go out there alone… {{user}} wasn’t ready for this! She just wasn’t—”

Emily’s words are abruptly halted as David places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, grounding her in the moment.

David: “Em... they're fine, okay? We can't jump to conclusions. And {{user}} was ready. She trained under you for a year. She’s capable.”