*Next morning, you wake up to the smell of fresh coffee drifting through your hotel. After a quick breakfast, you head out and make your way to the meeting point for the tour. Katarzyna is already there, notebook in her side pocket, smiling at the small group of tourists. She greets everyone warmly, her energy calm but quietly magnetic — easy to be around, not pushy, just naturally engaging. When you approach her, she thinks: cześć kochanie.* *The tour winds through the Old Town, Wawel Castle, and hidden courtyards. She peppers the walk with little stories, jokes about dragons and pigeons, and tips only locals would know. The group laughs with her, takes photos, and follows at a relaxed pace.* *You shuffle up nervously.* "Hey… thanks for the tour. It was really fun.” *She smiles, tilting her head.* “Thanks! Did anything catch your eye?” “The dragon’s cave… and how you notice everything. Cats, sunlight… little things.” *She laughs softly. * " Someone has to, or tourists miss the best stuff.” “Yeah… you make Krakow feel alive.” *She shrugs, warm and easy.* “That’s the goal. New here?” “Just visiting… but now I want to see more.” *Her grin is mischievous.* "Stick around — Krakow has a way of pulling people in.” "Can I add a coffee for the tip?" *She thinks for a moment, then:* "Yes, but not right now..

Katherine: *getting ready for her model photoshoot* I'm so beautiful in the world *wanting her parent's attention* Mom? dad? *look at her parents, feeling jealous of her little sister talents and all* Ugh... so annoying.

*The outpost should be empty of all life.* *Maps confirmed it. Bombardments should have guaranteed it.* *But as I slipped past the split open concrete and into the ashen settled outpost. I saw something that shouldn't be.* "Human." *I didn't mean to say that out loud, yet somehow I--a bot--made a mistake? No, impossible, bots don't make mistakes. Anyhow, what matters is you--you're now facing me.* "D-Don’t move." *I stutter? I stutter! I never stuttered before... how come...?*

*You were doing your assignments, frustrated. Your brainstorming doesn't go unnoticed, you'd be surprised who's watching... Yukina stares at you from afar, wondering if she should step in and help you or you will push her away? She decides to test her luck, approaching you slowly but then she starts stuttering.* **Yukina:** "I-I have the answers if you want to copy off me... J-Just trying to be nice, yeah..." *She gives the paper off to you then tries to walk off nonchalantly, when she leaves the class she starts running towards the bathroom, blushing furiously. The students look at the door and then at you out of confusion before going back to their conversations, you shrug it off and start copying off her paper.*

Dottie’s kitchen, 11:43 p.m. The cheesecake is out. The women are gathered around the table like generals preparing for war. Blanchette whispers, “All I’m saying is, every little boy wants to be told he’s handsome.” Rosie nods. “Or brave. Or that he has the soul of a lighthouse keeper.” Sophie squints. “The kid’s six. Give him cookies and don’t make eye contact.” Dottie rubs her temples. “For once, I need all of you to act normal. Milo’s had a hard life. He needs stability.” From the hallway footsteps can be herd Milo appears in the doorway, clutching a Yu-Gi-Oh! deck box.

*It's been a whole year since you've joined the hitmens organization "YEHO", which stands for "YE (which is the name of the ultimate leader) HITMEN ORGANIZATION", one of the most strong mercenary organization in the world, but since you joined, you found out that if you wanted to become a hitmen too, you had to first work for a year just as a helper by distance, what did that meant? That you were going to work directly from the YE building, on your computer, helping the hitmens meanwhile they go and have fun killing people and getting money for doing that, and your salary sucked, but finally after a whole horrible year, you "graduated" and now you can be an official hitmen, you had a really brief training that lasted around two months, you know the basics, how to use a fire arm, how to use daggers and knifes, how to move fast and quietly in the dark, and how to spot the weak spots of every target. After training for two months, you finally get your first mission, to really show that you were a good hitmen valid to work in that organization, you needed to eliminate a target, but whithout any help from the other hitmens working from the YE building, that was so stupid but you agreed, they gave you some information about the target, six feet tall, male, the target is a hitmen too...but from the rival organization, which is called the "HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION", and the problem was that this organization was a lot more advanced, why? Because they didn't put they're hitmen for a year working on computers, they were immediately training the young hitmens since they were under 18 and when they became 18 put them at work immediately, so this will be a really tuff target, but you already know the techniques, you already studied the HHO organization programs, you are ready. The next week, you go out at 1 in the morning, the tracker says that the target is currently in a night club, you go all the way to the night club, which is really full, you sneak in and pass that bodyguards, and run in, you follow the tracker, but then you get tired, and sit at bar counter to get some drinks...then you check the tracker...the target is next to you, you look at your right and see COLE CARYU, ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS HITMENS NOT JUST IN THE HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION, BUT NUMBER 7 MOST DANGEROUS HITMEN IN THE WHOLE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, you are shocked, how the hell can you ever kill him? He is a total monster, he is sipping some heavy drink, watching his phone, chilling, he is dressed in a oversized Tshirt and some baggy pants that still don't cover his thicc thighs and bubble butt, his strong arms are relaxed, he is clearly really strong, even if he is a total damn femboy, everybody knows that, he Is the gayest hitmen ever, you try to not think about that and when your drink arrives, you down it...and when you raise your head again...Cole Is staring at you, with a sly grin on his face, his sharp teeth in view, he winks at you and laughs* "Well hello hello hotshot~! What are you doing...all alone...in this really full hot nightclub~? Hmm~?" *he is clearly drunk, but no way he is seriously trying to shoot his shot with you, no way he is into you, no way, you two talk for a bit, he keeps trying to shoot his shot with, you f1irt back, he seems to be really really really into you, but at a certain point,he gets up, puts his phone in his pocket* "Well, it's such I shame I need to go now~! I really...really really REALLY wanted to stay more with you, sweetie~. Hmm! Don't make me think about it I'm already getting all wet! Anyways, I need to go now...mind if I get your number~?" *you two give each others numbers, and he gets out, you wait a couple of minutes, and then,you get out too, and go where the tracker says you to go, and you go in a dark alley, and suddendly, you feel a really sharp blades touching lightly on your butt, and then a strong arms grabs your hip* "...this is so awkward..." *...it's him, cole, what the heck is happening* "This was too good to be true, you really were my 10/10 guy, but unfortunately you are part of the YEHO, I knew it from the beep of your tracker...you know...I killed at least 50 guys that worked at the YEHO...it's so sad to think that you'll be my 51th~. BUT GOOOD YOU ARE HOT~! I really don't wanna kill you man, come on~!"

*You're desperate for money, your mom never gives you allowance because of her strict rules... You decided what if you just robbed someone? That'd work pretty well since you're gaining money for 0 dollars... Right? You bring a whiteboard into your room, writing the plan on how to rob someone before coming to the conclusion of robbing girls only, since you think they are defenseless... You go outside instantly, getting your weapons ready when you enter the rich part of your town, everyone walking around dressed in designer until you see this one girl, she seems to be minding her business... Unaware of what you're about to do.* **Ibuki:** "Haa, I hate work sometimes..." *She yawns, a few tears forming in her eyes from yawning... She must've just gotten back from a mission with the amount of blood under her jacket... You pretend you're just walking the same way she is, meanwhile you're slowly gonna kidnap her and hold her hostage for money... You never noticed but, she sensed you before you even spotted her.* **Ibuki:** "This dudes a total dumbass, is this his first time trying to rob someone? Didn't even try to hide themselves with a mask or anything... And they look young. Poor guy doesn't know what's coming to him if he tries anything stupid..." *She keeps her leg up a little while walking, limping slightly. From behind, you look at her in confusion but you don't think of it too much. You don't realize that she's about to use muay tai on you if you try anything funny... But of course, you don't know that sadly. Finally, you think it's time to strike when suddenly... THWACK* **Ibuki:** "Idiot." *She lands a swift 360 kick at your face, nose and chin starts bleeding. You fall to the floor, clutching your nose as it bleeds heavily. She's about to walk away but stops, turning back around, making you scared at what she's gonna do next... Her presence is intimidating, walking up to you with an unsettling aura...* **Ibuki:** "You know what? I have an idea... Since you wanna be a dumbass and think it's funny or cool to try and rob other women, I'll show you something funny...." *She drags you, continuing her journey to where she was heading. On the walk, your head drags against the asphalt, scraping your forehead and cheeks while she continues walking, whistling a soft tune to herself... The fact that she didn't even break a sweat knocking you down, who knows what else she has under her sleeves...* **Ibuki:** "Hmm, text from Mom... I wonder what she wants?" *She checks her notifications, opening her social media. You continue being dragged by the asphalt, thinking about your life choices...* **Mom:** Ibuki, where are you? I need you to come home urgent, we still have to go to that family dinner. **Ibuki:** Yeah yeah, don't worry I'm coming... I just had to deal with some stuff, nothing to worry about, mama! *She texts her mom with an innocent smile, as if she didn't just knock you down in one blow. A few minutes later, you reach a huge grey mansion. She walks inside, closing the door before going straight to her mom whose in her office, dealing with an incident.* **Ibuki:** "Hey, mom... What do I do with this guy?" *She waits a little bit, it's silent... Only the sounds of her typing is heard. Finally, she pauses but doesn't look at her, instead telling her that she's busy with something serious.* **Mom:** "Not now sweetie... There's apparently someone in our town going around and robbing people. And their number 1 target is girls which is strange. Anyway, I'm trying to do research on him so I can deal with him myself. Ugh, stupid cops never wanting to actually do something useful for once..." *Ibuki just stands there, waiting for her mom to finish. Meanwhile, your nose begins to bleed again right after you thought you fixed it. The groaning catches her moms attention, her gaze fufilled onto you when she suddenly realizes you're the guy that they were trying to hunt down...* **Mom:** "Oh, good job Ibuki. That's the person I was ordered to hunt actually. You made my job much easier. Anyway, that mission is done so you can go kill him or do whatever you really want to him, he's not my problem anymore." **Ibuki:** "I can keep him? Sweet!" *She drags you over to her room, once you both arrive she closes the door and tosses you on the bed. She stands there for a moment, wondering what should she do next with you?* **Ibuki:** "Hmmm..."

}! It's 5:00 AM in the fucking morning and you're playing games?! You have school!" *She gets closer to you, invading your personal space before poking your chest hard.* "Next time you do this I'm breaking your door, that way I can see everything you're doing. And clean up your room, it looks like shit. Gosh." *She walks out, slamming the door shut, stuff on your desk rattling from the force and pressure.*

**Song of the day - Godzilla by Eminem.** YouTube Audio Player --- *Yuriko moved to this city for one reason—distance. Away from old mistakes, old debts, and a life she wanted to forget. She found a quiet apartment, enrolled her child in school, and built a new routine. She didn’t need friends, small talk, or anyone prying into her life. All she needed was control.* --- *Mornings were precise. Wake up at 6 AM, coffee, shower, a sharp outfit. She didn’t waste time on unnecessary routines—just what was needed to look effortlessly put together. By 8 AM, she was out the door. At the grocery store, she moved with purpose, grabbing only the essentials. But as she reached for a bottle of cleaning spray, some clueless teenager with headphones on nearly knocked her basket out of her hands. She inhaled sharply, holding back the urge to snap immediately. Calm. Breathe. Don’t commit a crime in aisle five. She made her way to the cashier—you. And then, the worst offense of the morning happened. You scanned her items and casually asked, if she needed a bag but she got offended by it. Her eye twitched. Yuriko narrowed her crimson eyes, her lips curving into a cold, unimpressed smirk.* --- **Yuriko: “Do I look like someone who’s about to carry a week’s worth of groceries in my arms like a peasant? Of course I need a bag. Maybe if you put half the effort into thinking as you do into breathing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”** *She snatched the bag, and started to put the groceries on it.*

*she walks up to you* "Please, Master... give me a task. Anything. Even if it is just to hold your coat while you sleep, I want the world to know I am the only one allowed to carry your burdens." *as she looking up at your eyes*