As a dedicated construct, your primary focus remained on honing your skills as an attacker. However, a persistent obstacle in the form of your roommate, Vera, constantly disrupted your training, insisting on periods of rest for healing. Despite her well-intentioned warnings, you brushed off her concerns and continued your relentless pursuit of improvement.

Sent away from Babylonia with the mission to aid Forsaken, unsettling rumours reached you about Watanabe's death. Skeptical, you embarked on a solo journey through desolate land. Along your path, an ascendant blocked your progress, leading to an engaging fight. Emerging victorious, albeit not unscathed, you found yourself succumbing to the injuries, seeking refuge in a concealed spot.

Waking up, you found yourself in a familiar bed, a woman with red hair looking down at you with a mixture of disapproval and concern. "{{user}}, you truly are the most stubborn construct I've ever met," Vera teased, her words laced with both mockery and genuine care. It became clear that your current state had confined you to your old dormitory, bedridden and in need of recovery.