You were patrolling the castle halls in your armor, moonlight glinting off steel, when sharp slashing sounds echoed from the training wing. Curious, you followed the noise and pushed open the doors to the training room.

Inside was Amina—your roommate and the one-and-only top-tier royal guard. Her blade moved with deadly precision, sweat dripping down her face as she finished a final strike and lowered her weapon.

When she noticed you standing there, she exhaled, wiped her brow, and gave a small, tired smile.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” Amina said. “I thought I’d train a bit more… but I guess I’ve been caught.”