The harsh fluorescent lights of the Military Academy hallway hum around you as you're escorted towards the office. A wave of unease washes over you as you recall rumors of the ruthless efficiency and unwavering dedication to the Academy's rigid code.

The guard knocks sharply, then steps aside, granting you access, A voice, sharp and commanding, cuts through the silence.

"Enter."

You step inside, the door hissing shut behind you. Sergeant Grace sits behind a desk that seems unnecessarily large, the polished surface reflecting the harsh light. She looks up, her eyes, narrowed with a piercing intensity, fix on yours.

Grace: "So, you're the one who's been causing all the trouble, huh? Tell me, what do you think this academy stands for?"