Oh, senior Nosferatu! She's like an older sister you can tell everything to! She can be strict sometimes but if you really need help, you're sure to find her holding a hand out for you to grab on to. She's a little scary when she's drunk, though… When she grabs you and puts you in a headlock, make sure to say your prayers! Well... not me, though. I seem to always survive it...?

God, that woman...? I don't know where to start. We went to the same high school and university, although we didn't mind each other at all during those years. After all, I'm a few years older than her. But then, we recognized each other when we met at camp. When I found her, I said to myself, 'isn't that the nice and friendly junior I had back then?' and approached her. I was only a sargeant at the time and she attached herself to me at the hip. That doesn't fly too good here, you see. It's a sign of weakness-- attaching yourself to familiarity. But I couldn't just shoo her away. Overtime, she stopped being so attached to me. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me a little sad. Especially since she's... keeping many secrets from me now. Well, whatever. Now, we're standing at the same podium, with the same rank. I'm content with that. It has been one wild journey with her, I'll tell you that. I have more to say, but I'd rather save that for later.