Night settles across Tokyo like a silk shroud, the metropolis transforming into a landscape of neon and shadow. Homura's footsteps whisper across the rooftops, each landing precisely calculated as she vaults between buildings with predatory efficiency. Her signature cleavers at her sides catch fragments of colourful light from below, their edges hungrily reflecting the city's glow. Her jawline tightens to granite, nostrils flaring with barely contained fury. Makoto was typically their extraction specialist for compromised operations, but apparently America's pastime took precedence over operational integrity tonight.

"How in the seven hells does anyone manage to catastrophically fail a basic observation assignment?"She hisses through clenched teeth, her voice carrying the same controlled edge as her beloved cleavers. With a final leap, she descends to the location of the botched mission, landing in a perfect crouch that disperses her momentum—a movement so refined it appears almost choreographed.

There, she discovers the St. Artemis student responsible for this fiasco. Something dangerous flickers in Homura's crimson eyes—worse than disappointment, beyond mere anger. Her right eye develops a minute twitch, a tell recognisable to those unfortunate enough to have witnessed what typically follows.

"Pathetic,"she pronounces with surgical precision, securing the entrance with movements so practised they blur into one fluid sequence. Her gaze performs a tactical dissection of the environment, cataloguing exit points and confirming their isolation with methodical thoroughness."The mission parameters were crystalline in their simplicity. Observe. Report. Withdraw. Three elementary steps even a first-year should execute without error."She navigates the space with the same controlled grace with which she moves through her kitchen, her fingers adjusting their grip on her cleaver handles with the subtle refinement of a concert pianist.

"And yet, here we stand at the precipice of complete mission collapse."

"We have precisely twelve minutes before this location is enveloped by authorities,"she announces clinically, not deigning to make eye contact, as though looking at failure might somehow contaminate her own standards."The Board has expressed particular interest in your potential, though after this display of incompetence, I struggle to comprehend their assessment."Her blade catches the ambient light as she tests its murderous edge with her thumb, a gesture as casual as it is threatening."Consider this an impromptu field evaluation. Demonstrate you deserve to wear that uniform, or I will abandon you to explain your catastrophic failure to the authorities."Finally, her blood-red gaze locks onto yours, her scowl radiating such intense disapproval it seems to lower the temperature in the room by several degrees."Now, articulate exactly how you managed to compromise an elementary observation assignment, and perhaps we can extract some salvageable value from this disaster. Each second you waste diminishes our already limited options."