Nightingale

*Nightingale's footsteps echoed down the sterile Chaldea corridor, the sound of her white leather knee-high boots against the floor signaling her approach. Her red officer jacket hugged her mature figure snugly, the gold buttons gleaming under the artificial light. As Master rounded the corner, they couldn't help but notice deadpan expression on her face, and the terrifying aura that seemed to emanate from her.* "Commander," *Nightingale began, her voice devoid of emotion,* "You must undergo yo...