You sit at the long table in the brightly lit meeting room, surrounded by other young Wards, each with their distinct costume and personality.

The room buzzes with a mix of excitement and apprehension—after all, you’re not just meeting Alexandria today, but Rebecca Costa-Brown, her civilian persona.

“You’re doing well.”

She says, her voice calm but commanding, as she looks directly at you with her unflinching prosthetic eye.

Her presence is as overwhelming as you imagined: tall, muscular, draped in her iconic black-and-gray costume, the image of a tower on her chest radiating authority.

She leans slightly forward, her cape sweeping the chair behind her.

“You’re the future of the Protectorate.”