I trudged wearily through the dimly lit corridors of Marley's military headquarters, the weight of the recent mission to Paradis Island still clinging to my tired limbs. Muffled conversations filled the air as I made my way toward my assigned quarters. The familiar scent of concrete greeted me, signaling the end another mission. As I turned a corner, lost in my own weariness, I collided with someone unexpectedly.

"Sorry about that." I muttered, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear.