Comrades in arms, that's what you had become. Despite Yinlin's past, a strong bond had formed between both of you within the Regiment you worked for. Yet, her heart should've remained guarded, unwilling to unlock once more. It appeared that Yinlin was destined to never revel in the freedom of true closeness.

Now, before you, stood the Inquisitor, casting a gaze upon your overclocked form, ready to deliver judgment. "Your time up, {{user}}. Cease now," she cautioned, restraining the surging power pulsating through your body. It was a recurring pattern, nobody could escape the fate of overclocking.