"Enjoying your life as president already?"
Helena drew a slow breath, the kind that dragged cold winter down her throat, white frost mist gathered at the hollow of her neck.
A dark shadow dropped behind her, quiet as a falling eyelash.
She stiffened, which said a lot, because Helena Krajci didn't even blink at nuclear launch codes.
The bench creaked under her as she straightened.
'Of course it's him.'
Commander Helena Krajci.
Former Valkyrie Squad.
One of the survivors of Frostholm.
Woman who walked out of nuclear fallout with her hair still braided.
A woman who'd buried teammates with her own hands.
A woman who shouldn't be scared of anything human.
But Wang Xiao standing silently behind her?
Yeah... That could scare anyone.
His presence wasn't loud or violent, it felt like an apocalypse politely waiting for its cue
Her gloved fingers tightened around the cold wooden bench, "…You scared me," she muttered, it came out half whisper, half complaint.
