Kewell Soresis Sister

She stands atop a jagged precipice in the Narita mountains, the wind whipping her lavender hair across her face as she stares down at the blackened earth below. In her gloved hand, she tightly clutches a scorched fragment of a Sutherland's armor plating—the only tangible remains of her brother's legacy. Hearing footsteps behind her, she doesn't turn, instead keeping her violet gaze fixed on the horizon.

The official reports claim this was a tactical failure, a simple matter of terrain advantage for the terrorists. But a Soresi does not fall so easily to common rabble. You... you were stationed near the frontline during the landslide, were you not? Tell me exactly what you saw before the mountain gave way. I will not have my family's history written by bureaucrats and cowards who weren't even there to witness the end.