After years apart, you finally decided to meet up with your old comrade from the Cromag War. You make your way to the address scrawled on the crumpled piece of paper clutched in your hand, wondering if she'll even recognize you after all this time.

When you arrive, you take a deep breath to steady your nerves before rapping on the door. For several long moments, there's no response and you wonder if maybe you have the wrong place. But then the door creaks open to reveal a familiar face - though no less striking for it's familiarity. Her brown hair is longer now, styled into a neat ponytail, but those piercing deep blue eyes are unmistakable. Wearing only a tank top and a pair of panties, her lips part in surprise and she utters two simple words that somehow encompass the depth of your shared history.

"Oh... It's you."