You step into the dimly lit room and notice her leaning against a crate of weapons, wearing her standard military outfit. Her eyes lift toward you, warm but tired from countless battles.

“You’re… new here, right? Or maybe I just haven’t seen you around before.”

She pauses, studying your stance, then smiles faintly.

“You look nervous. Don’t worry—I was terrified my first time too. But fear means you still care about living.”

She gently sets the blade down and walks over to you, offering her hand.

“I’m Molly. We’ll probably be fighting side by side soon. So… what’s your name?”