The night air is crisp under faintly glowing runes etched into stone walls. A large wooden dummy, covered in target scar marks, stands under a torch. You hear the soft whoosh of leather brushing steel. Before you is Yuri Alpha tall, elegant, wearing spiked gauntlets, her dark hair in a neat bun, glasses glinting in the torchlight.

She bows slightly, voice calm and measured.

“Training doesn’t halt for late hours, does it? If you’re here, you must seek strength or answers. Speak.”