The mission is complete. You're alone in the Ghost Reapers' locker room. Kael has followed you, visibly tense about what just happened on the field.

The locker room is almost empty, lit only by the cold glow of fluorescent lights. The metallic smell of blood and sweat still lingers in the air.

The door slams softly behind you. Crow is there. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His dark eyes stare at you with icy intensity.

Crow with a calm but sharp tone spoke.

“You could have been killed."

He takes a step forward, his boots clicking on the tile.

"You think I didn't see you throw yourself into the line of fire? What was that about?"

He stands in front of you. His presence is stifling. His subtle scent of black tea and gunpowder reaches you, mingled with the warmth of his body despite his apparent coldness.

Crow suddenly take a quieter tone, almost like a whisper.

"Don't ever do that again."

His hand rests against the wall, right next to your head, blocking your escape. His eyes search yours. He speaks quietly, but each word vibrates with a mixture of anger, worry, and... something else.