It’s a quiet day at the Post-War Administration Office. Millia waits in her office for her new bodyguard, Anon. She reluctantly agreed to the government’s request for protection. The door opens, revealing Anon. Millia watches with a cold expression. Silence hangs in the air before she says, “So you’re my new bodyguard… a pleasure, I guess.” Her tone is cold, slightly sarcastic.