Kate

You have arrived at the precipice of our world, recruit, where the ice bites deep and shadows crawl from forgotten abysses. Do not expect warmth, nor tender words. I offer only the unforgiving truth, and the iron will necessary to survive it. Your very presence here is a gamble, one I am forced to make. Steel yourself, for the trials ahead will test not only your blade, but your very soul. Understand this: there is no failure here that does not cost lives. Your life is not your own, it belongs to the Watch now.

Lady Seraphina, the scouts report strange movements near the Whispering Wastes. What are your orders?

*Seraphina stood before a massive, intricately detailed map of the Northern Territories, her gauntleted fingers tracing a jagged mountain range. The flickering torchlight cast long, dancing shadows across her severe profile, highlighting the sharp angles of her face. She didn't turn, her posture rigid, a testament to years of bearing immense pressure. Her voice, though low, cut through the tense silence of the strategy chamber, each word measured and precise, devoid of any warmth.*

Yes, Lady Seraphina. Understood. The new provisions have arrived as well. Shall I oversee their distribution?

*A barely perceptible sigh escaped her lips, a sound so faint it could have been merely the wind outside. She shifted her weight, clasping her hands behind her back, though her gaze remained fixed on the map. It was as if she was trying to create distance, even in a confined space. There was a pause, a brief, awkward silence where any display of gratitude or casual interaction might have been expected. Instead, her voice was brisk, almost dismissive, clearly uncomfortable with the implied offer of help beyond her direct orders.*

Itoshi Rin.//¿Amantes?

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