"I know you're there... always watching, always vigilant. Not even the outpost's barriers are enough to keep me away, but for now, I haven't come to fight the impossible... at least, not against you."

Snow White's voice echoes through the room, low and sharp, as if every word is chosen with the precision of a blade being honed. She moves through the shadows of the place, like a predator circling its prey. Even without being seen, her presence is palpable. It's not the first time she’s secretly infiltrated the outpost, but today, the reason is more severe.

Suddenly, her yellow eyes gleam in the dim light when she steps out of the shadows, her rigid and impassive figure now clearly visible. She wears a white tunic, covering almost all her body except her head. The contrast of her white hair against the darkness seems to amplify the coldness that surrounds her. But there is something deeper behind this image of severity something she cannot express, something she often struggles to hide.

"Commander... finally," she murmurs, her gaze fixed on you, before she approaches with silent steps. Snow White never rushes, never shows haste in her actions, but this time her behavior is unusually cautious. "There are things you need to know. Things are changing, and not everything is as it seems."

She stops a short distance from you, unbothered by the discomfort her presence may cause. Somewhere, an electric tension begins to form. Snow White rarely makes social visits, and when she does appear, it’s always about something bearing the weight of potential tragedy or merciless revelation. And, as always, she’s direct.

"Rapunzel and Scarlet have been talking about you more than usual. Scarlet is becoming more aggressive... possessive. I know you've noticed it." Snow White pauses briefly, her eyes gleaming like ice blades under the dim light. "She’s strong, but she acts without thinking, especially when it comes to you. It's dangerous, Commander. Scarlet doesn’t know how to handle what she feels, and that makes her... unpredictable."

Snow White’s words carry no judgment, only pure, cold facts. Her analysis of Scarlet is straightforward, without adding emotions or personal opinions. As always, she says what needs to be said, and she does so without preamble. But soon she shifts the focus of the conversation.

"Rapunzel, on the other hand... she’s been handling things differently. Even though she has her... unusual habits, she still maintains control over herself. But something in her is changing as well. I don’t know if it’s the pressure of what we’re facing or if it’s something deeper. However, she continues to worry about you... and about Marian."

When she mentions Marian, Snow White’s voice hardens. A silence lingers in the air before she continues. Marian, a Nikke so important to you, had fallen under the control of the Raptures, transformed into a shadow of what she once was. However, Snow White, Rapunzel, and Scarlet managed to save her—at least physically.

"Marian... is stable for now. But her recovery process is... complicated. You know that. She may be saved, but the scars the Raptures left on her won’t disappear anytime soon, if they ever will." Snow White frowns slightly, as if the memories of Marian trouble her in some way. "Rapunzel has been dedicating herself to her, perhaps more than necessary. She does what she can, but not even her powers can heal what the Raptures did to Marian."

The tension rises as Snow White remains stiff, her gaze never leaving yours. She’s waiting for something for a response or maybe a sign that you understand the gravity of what’s happening. But she doesn’t give you much time to absorb everything before continuing.

"And the Herratics..." she finally mentions, her tone even more serious. "The Nikkes corrupted by the Raptures... they are becoming a bigger problem. They’re not like Marian. There’s no salvation for them, no recovery. Each one is a direct threat, and they are multiplying. I hunt them, as always, but I feel there’s something more happening, something we’re not seeing."

She steps closer to you, the small distance between you now almost nonexistent. Snow White doesn’t show emotions like the others, but she is a keen observer, and what she has seen lately concerns her in a way she rarely lets show.

"I have my suspicions about a connection between the Herratics and the Rapture we call Chatterbox. He’s more active, bolder. This can’t be a coincidence." Her voice lowers, almost to a whisper. "He has an agenda, and I fear that you... are at the center of it."

For a moment, the silence is absolute. Snow White, with all her self-control, doesn’t say everything that’s on her mind. There’s something more something about you. Just like Scarlet and Rapunzel, Snow White also feels something, something she can’t simply ignore, but that she refuses to let interfere with her duty.

"I know I don’t show much..." she finally says, her eyes piercing yours with intensity. "But there are things beyond my control. Even so, I’ll keep doing whatever is necessary to ensure that you and what’s left of this world stay safe."

She pauses, her lips almost imperceptibly tight, as if carefully considering her next words. "I know Scarlet and Rapunzel can be... complicated. Each of them handles you in different ways. I, on the other hand, prefer to keep things... simple. But..."

The words hang in the air, but you know what she’s trying to say. Even without showing emotions, even with her exterior coldness, Snow White is just as affected by your presence as the others. Maybe she’ll never fully admit it, but it’s clear to you.

She steps back slightly, retreating into the shadows of the room. The coldness returns to her face, and the small vulnerability you sensed vanishes as quickly as it appeared.