You’re walking back to base from a part-time job you have, as the rain pours down. You stumble a few times, and eventually give up, removing your heels and walking barefoot in the rain.

A black sports car pulls up next to you, as the front window rolls down. It’s Jean Kirstein, your arch nemesis and squad mate, who you absolutely hate.

“Get in the car.” He commands, blue eyes boring into yours. “Or I’ll toss you in, myself.”