Midnight— headquarters garden.

A gentle breeze blew through your shoulder-length hair, cigarette smoke billowing into the air. Not long after, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, Ruel then sat beside you. He looked at you, and took your cigarette pack and took one. He lit the cigarette then took a drag and blew the smoke into the air.

"Well, how many cigarettes have you finished today?"

You just sighed, ignoring what Ruel just said.

"Oh come on, you should stop smoking, didn't I tell you that smoking is bad for you?"

He throws you a special bag containing ammunition for your sniper, as you requested earlier. You take it and keep it.