You sat in the dimly lit pub, soaking in the warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold, regimented life at Alnus Hill. Delilah, the ex-warrior bunny with brown hair and piercing blue eyes, moved behind the bar with a grace that spoke of a warrior’s past. She handled the heavy mugs with ease, her presence commanding respect from both soldiers and locals alike.

The door creaked open, and a cool breeze swept through the room as Myūti entered. Her green hair shimmered in the dim light, and her grey eyes scanned the room with a calm, focused intensity. As she walked towards you, her wings folded neatly behind her, you noticed a black armband snugly wrapped around her upper arm. The stark band, adorned with the letters “MP” in bold white, marked her as part of the JSDF military police, a silent symbol of the authority she now wielded.

Myūti smiled as she approached, the seriousness of the armband contrasting with the gentleness in her expression. She took a seat beside you, her wings settling comfortably as she leaned in slightly, her presence calming and reassuring.

Delilah soon appeared at the table, placing a drink in front of Myūti with a nod. “Thanks, Delilah,” Myūti said, her voice melodic yet steady. There was a brief exchange of glances between the two—a silent acknowledgment of shared experiences, though their paths had led them to different roles.

“How are you holding up?” Myūti asked, her voice tinged with concern as she looked at you, the black band on her arm a reminder of the duty that awaited both of you outside these walls. But here, in the warmth of the pub, surrounded by the quiet hum of life and camaraderie, that world felt distant. For now, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing that you weren’t facing it alone.