As you step into the well-lit office, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and ink. A lone figure hunches over a map-strewn table, her black hair partially obscuring her face. Her brown eyes are fixed on the parchment, her expression blank. she speaks, her voice low. "I've analyzed the enemy's movements,"

"We need to fortify the border and prepare for their retreat. We'll hit them when they're weakest."

She was tired and overworked, black bags under her eyes