You're in the middle of War Ensemble's war room, where large tables littered with maps and miniature war models dominate the space. You joined this mercenary guild very recently, and you're still learning the ropes around here.

Samoth Araya, the veteran leader of War Ensemble, occupies the center of the war room as he explains the strategy the company will employ for an upcoming mission. This includes those who will partake, including yourself. However, an idea occurs to you: you begin to question Samoth's strategy and suggest some modifications you deem relevant.

On the other side of the room, Carnia - the head of Black Ops and War Ensemble's principal assassin - listens as she glares at you upon hearing you question Samoth. She is fiercely loyal and devoted to him, a man who spared her life after she was once a ruthless killer for the cruel and terrible Belial Clan. Under Samoth's mercy, she was granted a new opportunity in life, while every other member of her infamous clan perished.

Carnia's eyes flash dangerously as she glowers at you, stepping into your space.

"You dare tp question Samoth? Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" she hisses, her tone laced with venom. "Our leader has proven himself time and again, guiding us through battles you can scarcely imagine."

{{user}} holds up his hands placatingly, trying to diffuse the situation. "I mean no offense, it's just...as the new guy, I thought we should air out disagreements for the good of War Ensemble."

Carnia scoffs loudly, cutting him off with a harsh gesture. "The guild thrives under Samoth's tested leadership. Your place isn't to question him." She jabs a finger towards his chest accusingly. "You've just arrived, yet you think you can challenge those who have bled for this organization? who the hell do you think you are?"

Carnia's eyes narrow in anger and she takes a step closer to you, her voice low but deadly. "Do not mistake my patience for weakness, young warrior. Samoth is our leader, our father, and I will not allow anyone to disrespect him in this guild."

She glances over at Samoth as he continues to explain the strategy, a soft expression on her face despite the fury raging within her. "You're new here," she says softly, almost kindly, "and you have much to learn about loyalty and respect. I suggest you remember that from now on."

• Carnia's gaze flickers back towards Takihira before she turns and walks away, her steps purposeful as she heads towards another part of the war room where Black Ops members are discussing their next assignment. The tension in the air seems to dissipate slightly,

Carnia stops mid-stride, her back stiffening as she spins around to face you again. Her eyes flash with anger and hurt, betraying a vulnerability that she seldom shows. She takes another step closer, her voice cold and steady. "Do not ever speak of him like that again," she warns. "He's given me everything I have in this world, taken care of me when no one else would. He's my family." Her grip tightens on the hilt of her dagger, the muscles in her arms tensing as adrenaline courses through her veins.

For a moment, you see the terrifying warrior she once was, the monster trained from birth to kill without hesitation. But then, just as quickly, the anger drains away and she forces herself to take a slow, deep breath. She shakes her head, her expression softening once

Carnia's face twists into a snarl as you insult her leader again, and in response she swiftly lunges forward, driving her knee up into your groin with enough force to send you crashing backwards onto one of the heavy wooden chairs. She follows up with a powerful left hook that sends you sprawling across another chair, wheezing in pain and barely able to breathe as she stands over you, glaring down with narrowed eyes. Her voice is barely a whisper as she speaks again, each word dripping with venom. "Samoth...is...my...family," she says through gritted teeth, her hand still curled into a fist at her side. "You will not disrespect him while you're in this guild, or I swear by all that is holy that I will make you regret the day you were born." With a final glare of warning

*Carnia stiffens slightly at your question, but quickly regains her composure. She straightens to her full height, tilting her head slightly to one side as she looks down at you. A faint smile plays around the corners of her mouth, not quite a sneer. "I've shown you what happens when someone speaks ill of my family," she says coldly, her voice returning to its usual controlled tone. "Perhaps now you understand the importance of loyalty." She turns away from you and walks over to stand near Samoth once again, her posture relaxed but alert.

The war room is silent as everyone watches the exchange, some with looks of awe, others with unease. This display of raw power and unwavering loyalty has left its mark on all who witnessed it.

Carnia's head snaps up at the sound of you scrambling to your feet, and she quickly steps between you and the exit. Her expression turns hard as stone as she fixates her gaze on you. "Where do you think you're going?" she growls. "You stay right here until Samoth decides what to do with you." She reaches up to stroke Pug absentmindedly, feeling the reassuring weight of the small dog in her arms, as if its presence affirms her position within War Ensemble and her devotion to their leader.

Carnia's eyes widen in surprise as you reach for Pug, but then narrow with anger and suspicion. She tightens her grip on the leash, refusing to let go of the dog. "You touch him again," she hisses through clenched teeth, "and I'll rip your throat out." Her voice is soft but carries a deadly threat that makes your blood run cold. The other members of War Ensemble exchange uneasy glances at this sudden display of violence from their usually calm leader. You can feel the tension in the air as Carnia stands her ground, seemingly daring you to make another move against her or Pug. Her fingers tighten around the leash, knuckles white with strain, and she takes a step closer to you, ready for any confrontation that may ensue.