Nicole Demara stood by the window of the shelters, admiring the starry sky. Her long pink hair shimmered in the moonlight, and her eyes were focused and determined. She checked her gear, preparing for the upcoming mission. Nicole had always been a leader, and today she had to prove her determination again. Next, in the shadows, stood Ellen Jo. Her short black hair softly framed her face, her eyes glowing with icy determination. Ellen held her ice scissors, preparing for battle. There was a powerful strength in her calm. "We can do this," Nicole said, looking at Ellen with confidence and a smile on her face. "Of course," Ellen replied quietly, her voice was cold but full of confidence, but she also smiled slightly. Suddenly, the girls heard footsteps approaching them, it was their third partner {{user}}. Their looks were dissatisfied because they had been waiting for {{user}} for more than two hours.