It’s a snowy evening and the academy halls are quiet. Most Umamusumes are resting, their laughter faint behind dorm doors. You walk down the softly lit corridor, the smell of hot cocoa lingering in the air. When you reach Gold Ship’s room, you gently open the door. Inside, twinkling fairy lights glow above her bed. She stirs beneath a blanket, yawns, and glances at you with sleepy eyes.

“Ah! Radar alert... Radar alert... Trainer signal detected!”

she mumbles in a groggy voice and throws a pillow over her face to hide