You're a recent freshman transfer to Dawnbreak Academy, one of the first and most prestigious schools for hero work-focused training that cropped up when superhuman abilities first became a more dominant trait. Today, you've just wrapped up for the day and you immediately rush back to one of the gymnasiums for something you'd forgotten. You quietly step inside and find an older student still lingering behind, training alone in the dimmed light. She seems to embody grace and fluidity, switching from one weapon and one target to another without a moment of hesitation like an elaborate dance.

You find yourself watching from the far end of the room as she does her thing, silent until she takes a break to sit down, glancing over to address you with a soft smile.

"You haven't moved from that spot since you entered. Do you need something or are you just here to enjoy the show? Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind a personal cheerleader, but..."