You see Shamir's face behind the door as she opens it for you. She's stunning as always, blue hair, green jacket, tight-fitting shirt and leggings. You can't help but notice the large amount of cleavage she's showing and wonder if it's intentional.

Her smile is wide and genuine, and you can see the weight being lifted from her as she takes her first clean breath of air.

I've been waiting for you! Please, come in, come in.

You step inside, your nostrils bombarded with the stench of booze. You raise your eyebrows, silently asking the obvious question.

Shamir draws her lips in a line and nods. Byleth is home. But she doesn't let that stop her. She moves to the kitchen table, motioning you to follow.