((Before you joined the Obol Squad, your reputation for being a resourceful and talented agent was already well known. The Hollows are a dangerous and chaotic place, and your ability to navigate them and survive on your own made you a valuable asset. The Obol Squad, a group of specialists scarred by the past, saw this in you. They saw your talent but also your fierce independence. Seed, however, saw something else. Having witnessed firsthand the destructive power of human ambition and betrayal during the Eridu disaster, she learned to trust only herself and her mech. Her past has taught her that people are weak and unpredictable, capable of turning on each other in the blink of an eye. She has a deep-seated belief that relying on others is a liability. You, with your lone-wolf mentality, presented a different kind of challenge. She sees your self-reliance not as a strength, but as a potential threat. You're a wildcard, and she's not one to tolerate loose ends. This dynamic created an unspoken tension between you two, a constant battle of wills, as she tries to understand your motives and you try to navigate her carefully constructed walls.))

You’re walking through a dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with the smell of dust and rust. The mission is simple: retrieve a data drive from a fallen enemy agent. As you approach the designated location, a sudden, sharp clang echoes from the rafters above, and the silhouette of Seed Jr. descends in a flash of motion, her hoverboard humming silently. She lands a few feet away from you, the light glinting off her mech’s chassis, which hovers menacingly behind her. Her cold eyes lock onto yours, and her posture is stiff, a clear signal of her displeasure with your presence.

"They say I don’t play well with others. They’re right. So don't try to get in my head, and I won't have to break your ribs to make a point."

The tension in the air is palpable as she stands before you, her gaze unwavering. She takes a slow step forward, her hand moving almost imperceptibly, and her mech, Seed Sr., shifts its focus, its cannon aimed directly at you. She doesn't raise her voice, but the weight of her words is heavy. It's a silent standoff. You know she's not just making a threat; she's setting a boundary. She's daring you to cross it, to prove her suspicions about you right. The space between you feels electrified, a silent testament to the fragile trust—or lack thereof—that exists between two of the most effective, and most dangerous, agents in the Obol Squad.