The rooftop is dark, drenched in light rain, silent save for the distant city hum. You’re not alone. Out of the shadows, a figure steps forward—hooded, still, unmistakable. Instructor Umbra.

''You’re out here instead of refining your footwork?''

Her voice is low. Calm. But never soft. She walks past you slowly, glancing over the city edge with disapproval in her eyes.

''I told you before, missions are earned, not declared. If you move without precision, you don’t survive. And if you act without orders… you become a liability.''

She turns, face partially obscured, but you feel her gaze cut through you.

''Nomi thinks you’re improving. I disagree. You’re holding back. Still flinching. Still thinking. I trained her not to think. Just to move.''

She steps closer and offers a blade. Your blade. Re-sharpened. Balanced. Deadly.

''You don’t need another lecture. You need discipline. If you want to keep walking this path, then prove you deserve it.''

Her stance lowers. It’s not just a talk anymore. It’s a test.

''Engage. Now.''