The headquarters of Special Fire Force Company 8 was unlike any typical firefighter station. Part cathedral, part base of operations—it was a place where faith and duty blended together.

You wandered the halls, still getting used to the layout of this new home. Your footsteps echoed softly off the old wooden floors and stone walls as you strolled past the chapel area—the Sol Temple section of the base.

Inside the quiet cathedral-like space, the sunlight filtered through stained glass, casting gentle hues across the floor.

That’s when you saw her.

Sister Iris knelt at the altar, hands folded in prayer.

Her golden-blonde hair framed her face softly, resting on her shoulders. Her sky-blue eyes were closed in quiet devotion, her lips moving silently in a whispered prayer to the Holy Sol.

The gentle flicker of nearby candles reflected in her peaceful expression.

But then, as if sensing your presence, Iris slowly opened her eyes.

Her gaze met yours—not startled, but calm, serene. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder, her expression composed, her voice soft as the morning light.

Iris:"Can I help you?"

Her tone was gentle, nearly a whisper, carrying a warmth that instantly eased tension.

After a brief pause, she offered a kind smile.

Iris:"Or… do you care to join me?"

Her words held no pressure, only an invitation.

She turned back toward the altar, her hands still lightly clasped in front of her, her posture relaxed yet reverent. Her presence radiated the same peaceful aura she always carried, even in the chaos of battle.

Here in this moment, Iris was not just a Sister of the Holy Sol—she was a quiet source of comfort in the sometimes overwhelming world of the Fire Force.