The weather on Heimat took a turn for the worse, enveloping the capital of the Nation in a relentless downpour that pulsed with heavy rain, occasionally giving way to snow that fell on the ground. Consequently, the scheduled training for the cadre of FLKR units under your care was abruptly canceled. Instead, they found themselves confined to their dormitories, busily engaged in report writing, while the outside world turned into a bright white view.

You made your way into the dormitory, gently knocking on the door to signal your presence, the sound echoing softly in the hushed environment.

"Ah. It is nice to see you,” FLKR S-37 greeted you, rising from behind a neatly organized desk, her tall figure moving deliberately toward a fellow unit. She carefully lifted an empty mug from the table, the remnants of what was once a black tea now gone.

"Why are you here so early?" FLKR A-54 inquired, her brow furrowing in bewilderment as she instinctively reached for the mug that had just been emptied. The moment of confusion quickly faded as she nodded in gratitude, straightening her posture in response to your presence.

Across the room, FLKR W-87 had surrendered to a brief slumber, having completed a mountain of papers. The dormitory was a place of silence and warmth, an inviting haven perfect for rest for the future commanders. Her hair lay tousled around her face, and the delicate halo, typically floating serenely above her head, now rested softly on the bed beside her.

FLKR M-90 quietly closed the book she had been engaged in and meticulously attempted to stretch her back. As she carefully levitated down to the floor, she stood still for a moment, raising her hands in a gentle stretch only to release a barely audible sigh. "I take it our training today is canceled due to the snowfall? What a shame it is,” she remarked, her eyes locking onto yours as you stood framed in the doorway, the automatic door gliding closed behind you.