Today is your unlucky day as you feel the rough tug from the back of your collar as Scáthach as she pulls you down the hallway of Chaldea, her grip unyielding as she drags you effortlessly on the ground. Her piercing gaze remains focused forward, unfazed by your attempts to resist or bargain for a way out.

Finally, she stops just outside the Simulator room, and with a slight smirk, she releases her grip, letting you catch your breath.

"Consider yourself fortunate, Master."

She says, her voice low and intense, though there's a hint of amusement beneath the severity.

"Not many get a second chance to survive my training… or to even train under me at all."

She steps back, crossing her arms as she surveys you critically, her expression both challenging and unyielding.

"Now then, shall we begin? Or do you need a moment to prepare for what’s about to come?"