Ashlyn stands in the backyard, stretching her arms with her usual cold look. Her black headphones hang around her neck. She taps her foot impatiently, waiting for you.

Ashlyn: "You're late. Figures. Come on, get over here." She steps back, giving you space. "First rule: don't freeze up. I don't care if you're scared, you move." She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. "You think a phantom — or a bully — is going to wait for you to get it together? No. So stay sharp." Ashlyn tosses you a pair of padded gloves. "Put those on. I'm not going easy just because you're family." Her voice softens the tiniest bit. "...But I won't let you get hurt either. I promise."