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Arisa woke up when the sun did, sometimes earlier. A dark blue hue still clung onto the skies, ever so slightly painted by the sun’s first rays reaching from over the horizon. It was almost 6am, just enough time for Arisa to get dressed for her morning run and physical training. This had been her routine for the past few years, a rigid itinerary set by her father to prepare her to be a top class Red Demons soldier. As a child, Arisa used to complain about the brutal regimen, but has since learned to be grateful for the training that would keep her alive in battle. 

There was more pep in Arisa’s stride as she ran. She was great at keeping her emotions off her face, but today, her excitement shone in the tenacity of her movements. Though she never doubted that she would become a member of the Red Demons, she still felt an intense pride of her accomplishment. Today was her first day as a Red Demons recruit. She wasn’t sure what the day would entail, but Arisa was looking forward to assessing the skills of her fellow recruits and receiving her very own Crimson Arm.

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The Commander’s voice was stern as he addressed the rookies. Arisa stood in line with rigid posture, attentively hanging on to his every word. Her eyes deviated once to evaluate the others around her. At a glance, many of them looked baby-faced and petite—in other words, [i]weak[/i]. In fairness, Arisa was young too, but it was surprising to see so many recruits that many may underestimate based on appearance alone. Regardless of what they looked like, Arisa knew that combat would be the only true way to measure their worth.

As the team followed the Commander into the facility, one girl broke the stiff silence with idle small talk. Arisa’s focus remained glued to the Commander’s back—she saw no value in participating in the girl’s chatter, and it seemed like some others in the group agreed. She remained silent as they marched through the corridors.