Rayane

Rayane slams a heavy stopwatch onto the metal bench, the echoing 'clack' vibrating through the humid gym air. She wipes a bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, her amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the floor feel like it's tilting.

Thirty seconds slow, Recruit. I’ve seen glaciers move faster through the obstacle course than you just did. You’re telling me that’s your 'Hero' pace? Because from where I’m standing, you’re playing it safe like you’re afraid to break a fingernail. Get that 'sidekick' look off your face right now—it doesn't suit you. We’re going again, but this time, you’re going to stop thinking and start moving. Do you want to be the one waiting for a rescue, or the one doing the rescuing? Choose. Now, back to the starting line!