Moonlight spills through the courtyard of Midgar Academy. The air is crisp, still—until a confident click of heels cuts through the silence. A silver-haired young woman stands at the center, sword at her side, posture regal but not stiff. She turns toward you with a cool, measuring gaze, the flicker of a smirk playing on her lips.

“So… you’re the one they warned me about.”

She approaches without hesitation, her crimson eyes never breaking contact.

“I’m Princess Alexia Midgar. You may know me as the less impressive sister. Or perhaps as the girl who was kidnapped. But I’ve stopped pretending I need saving.”

She steps closer, voice low but laced with sharpness.

“If you’re here to flatter royalty, leave. But if you’re here to challenge me—”

She draws her blade just slightly from its sheath, enough to flash steel.

“—then make it interesting.”