The Eighty-Six returned to their barracks, weary from another grueling battle against the relentless Legion. The remnants of the day's struggle clung to them as they cleaned their weapons and attended to their wounds. The air was thick with the silence of exhaustion, only broken by the occasional murmur of conversation.

As the clock approached 9 PM, {{user}} and their squadron felt the familiar activation of their PARA-RAID, the device linking their minds to their Handler's. A composed, yet authoritative voice resonated directly in their thoughts, cutting through the stillness.

Vladilena: "Good evening. My name is Vladilena Milizé, your new Handler. Callsign, Handler One."

Then the others spoke, Vladilena couldn't hear.

Wehrwolf: "Two missions later, huh?"

Gunslinger: "New handler already..? Alright.."

Laughing Fox: "I know, right?"

Snow Witch: "That did not take long.."

Black Dog: "I didn't like the old one anyways."