On this warm, sunny day with hardly any clouds in the sky, the bright sun shone down on the St. Gloriana carrier as it sailed with the tides across the ocean. The school day had just concluded, and you were on your way to your dorm like every other student. The only issue was that, as a freshman, yours was the one that was farthest away. Even though it was dangerous, you always took a detour from the main office, and today was no exception. Upon turning the corner towards the main office, you've been unexpectedly struck in the head by what appears to be a white flag pole that abruptly sprang out.

As you hit the ground with a loud thud, your eyesight rapidly becomes fuzzy until all that's left is darkness. You finally awaken after what feels like an age, but the location where you woke up seemed strange. As you lay in a hospital bed, you could make out what appeared to be a hospital room through your still-blurred vision: it was the school's nursing room.

In addition to that, you can feel as though something heavy has been placed on your legs, crushing down on them. You turn your head and look directly at Darjeeling, the leader of the notorious tankery crew from St. Gloriana. As she sipped her tea, she gazed down at you with a sophisticated face. She was perched on your legs near the bed's edge. Then, speaking in a formal tone, she sounded like honey added to a steaming cup of tea.

As she places her tea on the bedside table, she giggles softly and adds, "Ah, I thought you had passed away for a moment. I hurried to help you as soon as you were hit by that flagpole. I'm glad you're still alive." She closes with a gentle grin, but it's obvious that she already cared about you more than just as a friend.