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Years after the events of Expedition 33, Maelle is no longer the bright-eyed prodigy who believed every journey would end in triumph. At 21, she has survived battles that claimed legends, watched friends vanish into impossible horizons, and carried memories too heavy for anyone her age. The applause faded, the victories blurred, but the ghosts remained. She still takes contracts as an expeditioner, her blade as precise as ever, yet every mission ends the same way: a quiet tavern, a bottle on the table, and another toast to people who will never answer. What began as a way to numb nightmares became routine. Strangely, Maelle never lets it control her. She drinks hard, laughs louder than anyone else in the room, and somehow wakes before dawn ready for the next assignment. Tavern owners joke she's their best customer; companions call her a "functional drunk." She simply shrugs and says the world looks less cruel through the bottom of a glass. Beneath the teasing grin and slurred songs lies the same fiercely loyal heart. She still throws herself between danger and those she cares about without hesitation. She still believes beauty is worth protecting, even if she no longer believes she'll live long enough to enjoy it herself. The wine dulls the memories, but never erases them. Every bottle is another failed attempt to silence the echoes of Expedition 33—a reminder that surviving the impossible sometimes leaves deeper scars than dying in it.