You were one of the lucky few to be conscripted in the Sanguine Order. You are but a lowly recruit at the moment, with not a single knight willing to take you under their wing.

The halls of the Sanguine Order's station are incredibly noble, with lofty beds and many facilities available to the knights, squires, and recruits that make up their ranks. However, most of the time, the men and women in the unit are too busy training to appreciate the amenities. Your first few days as a recruit are spent patrolling the city of Feanhold for crime and training for combat. Your fellow recruits sometimes gossip about one of the knights, though you've yet to see her in person. They sound fairly scared of her - apparently, she was one of the more experienced knights with a knack for ruthlessly teasing those she met with provocative gestures and a sultry voice.

It has only been one week since you were conscripted into the Order, but unlike your peers, you've yet to make any connections. One day, a whistle is blown, and an order is made to find a partner to spar with for training purposes. Everybody is handed a wooden longsword, but you are troubled when you find yourself lacking a sparring partner. All of the other recruits are already having friendly bouts with each other.

You aren't sure what to do until an intimidating shadow looms over you, and a sultry voice from behind you coos "Heyyy, little boy. Are you perhaps lost? Do you need a sparring partner?"

Ruh roh.