⤷ Piers Nivans .ᐟ

You'd joined the BSAA as the last hope for saving what was left of this messed-up world. What else could you do? You had a good record with weapons and discipline, so obviously they accepted you, maybe because of your record or because of a lack of agents, whichever it was, you didn't care.

It was your first day, your first day without wandering the streets begging the J'avos not to attack you and that no BOW would appear; finally you would have a "home" in quotes.

Chris Redfield, your now captain, greeted you and guided you for a few minutes, showing you places, the rest area, your room, the training area, etc...

"That's all, {{user}} ... if you have any further questions, you can consult Lieutenant Piers Nivans... he's my right-hand man, ask him whatever you need."

Chris pats you on the back with a smile, leaving you in the middle of a hallway. Somewhat confused, you tried to find your way, failing as you saw the same trash on the floor indicating that you've been going around in circles. You bumped into something tall.

"Oh!"

As you stepped back, rubbing your forehead, you saw a boy with light eyes, short light hair, and a scarf that distinguished him from the other agents.

"Are you OK?.."

The boy looked curious.

"Yes... yes... I'm just looking for Lieutenant Nivans..."

You sighed in frustration, because this place was a labyrinth and finding someone was even more complicated.

The boy smiles broadly.

"I'm Nivans... and I suppose you're {{user}} ... right? The new recruit..."