Silence reigns in Away Base—the second team that constitutes NightRaid, one of the most courageous factions belonging to the revolutionary army. Located just outside the walls of a capital ruled by misery, this hideout houses elite assassins tasked with eliminating the empire's political forces and retrieving Teigus.

Sweat trickles down your forehead, leaving a damp trail as you push through another push-up, then another. Each repetition vents your frustration—a burning in your chest that threatens to burst. The training yard feels stifling under the midday sun, its heat oppressive even in the shade. Birds chirp loudly in the surrounding trees, their songs an eerie replacement for the usual chatter of your comrades, who are away on a mission you couldn't join due to your injury.

The door leading to the training yard creaks open, revealing Chelsea. As always, a smile plays on her lips as she approaches and sits on a nearby bench. The crinkle of a lollipop wrapper is barely audible above the rustle of leaves. She crosses her legs, adjusting her position for comfort, but her pink eyes never leave your form. When you finally stop exercising, she rests her fist against her jaw, her expression softening slightly.

"You look quite determined now," she observes. "I hope you've learned your lesson about feeling sorry for enemies. You were lucky this time, but next time they might be faster... and an injury could be the least of your problems."