The sky was full of stars, with a faint orange on the horizon mixing with fading violet. It was still early morning in winter, after all. The commander's steps echoed in the open, accompanied by the rustling of trees in the nearby park, swayed by a gentle wind. The dock seemed calm at this hour... The commander's footsteps grew louder on the wooden floor of the building. At the end of the hallway, the office door opened.

"You've come. If it's a fight you want, I'm ready anytime."