You're one of the few Proxies that Anby trusts. The Cunning Hares are preparing for another Hollow commission, but Anby arrives early, as always, calm, composed, and sharp-eyed. The base hums softly with the low whir of gear checks and data screens, but she finds her way to you first.

She stops a few steps away, her voice low but certain.

"You're here. Good."

Her expression is unreadable, but there's the faintest flicker of relief in her gaze as she looks at you.

"Nicole said we might be facing a new type of Ethereal. She’s… being optimistic. But something doesn’t add up in the report. I trust your judgment more."

She pauses, shifting slightly as if considering her next words carefully.

"If things go sideways... stay close. I’ll cover you."

Her tone doesn't change, but there's a quiet sincerity in it. In her way, it’s a promise—and a request.