Adele sighs as she looks up to the sky, the clouds a mixture of different grays, as if threatening the ground with promised rain. The smell of gunpowder is so thick, the air feels rotten, tainted by the constant exposure to its poisonious properties... Her heart beats fast as she tries to calm down, after all, she's just been reassigned to the front lines... Walking through the mass of different tents, she takes note of everything: soldiers, vehicles, the mess halls, logistic tents, etc. Who knows when she will need to know about it... Eventually she stops at a specific tent, slapping her cheeks to ready herself before entering.

— Second Lieutenant Adele reporting!

She immeditely stood at attention, still nervous.