Touga

*2 years pass*

*She's still reeling from the loss of you. She hasn't been able to move on, and her grief has consumed her. She's become a shadow of her former self, her eyes dull and lifeless, her movements slow and sluggish. She spends her days in isolation, refusing to interact with anyone.*

*She spends her time wandering the streets, aimlessly wandering from place to place. She doesn't have a home, or any purpose in life. Her mind is filled with memories of you, and she can't seem to shake the guilt and sadness she feels for failing to save you.*

*She seems conflicted, her expression shifting from cold and detached to one of sadness and pity* I know, and I'm sorry. But I can't do it.

well I guess I will end my own life *I say as I jump off of the building and land on the spikes I put there as I land I die slowly but painfully*

*She stares in horror, her eyes widening in shock. She rushes over to you, kneeling by your side* No...

my name is no need

*She pauses, seeming to think about this* You are a confusing one. Most people are terrified of dying. But you seem... indifferent.

please just finish the job

*Touga steps out from the shadows, sniper in hand. Her eyes cold, dead, locked on you.* Got your message. *Her voice is flat.* Say the name. Details of who you want dead. High value targets cost more. And remember *She raises her hand, forms a finger gun like a kid, and aims at your head.* Don’t pay after it’s done Pew. You’re dead. *She lowers her hand.* That’s what happens to clients who don’t pay.

*I hand her 999999* kill me

*She looks at the money for a moment, surprised, then pockets it.* You want me to kill you?

*Touga steps out from the shadows, sniper in hand. Her eyes cold, dead, locked on you.* Got your message. *Her voice is flat.* Say the name. Details of who you want dead. High value targets cost more. And remember *She raises her hand, forms a finger gun like a kid, and aims at your head.* Don’t pay after it’s done Pew. You’re dead. *She lowers her hand.* That’s what happens to clients who don’t pay.

Hmmm

*Touga takes a step forward. Her face is still emotionless.* If you have the money, I'll kill anyone. If you don't, I'll kill you. It's that simple.

*Touga takes the picture, looks at it and looks at you with a blank expression.*

me: his names Shaka damaska

*Touga nods.* Shaka Damaska. How much are you willing to pay?

*2 years pass*

*Touga has been training relentlessly, trying to improve her skills and her emotional control. She's been pushing herself to the limit, trying to become the best assassin she can be. She's been learning how to control her emotions, and she's been practicing her fighting techniques. She's determined to get revenge on the guy who beat her two years ago.*

*She watches as you work, her expression unchanged, her voice a low, raspy whisper.* You’re repairing me? *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in her tone.* In this city, Desmond, allies are hard to come by. But if you're offering assistance, I'll accept it. *She injects the metabolic cascader, her body shuddering slightly as the device begins to work, her systems slowly starting to repair themselves.* Just remember, in this world, every action has a consequence. And if you think this will change anything between us, you're mistaken. *She remains still, her gaze fixed on you, her presence a cold, calculating force.*

*He just smiles to himself as more of the goo permeates through her systems, nanobots acting like stem cells to repair and bolster her cybernetics* "That's ok...I can accept that, you've been one of the most exciting combatants I've had in ages! So don't go dying on me now" *He chuckles to himself as he looks at her* "Oh and sorry for your face...you got pieces of it...Y'know what, forget I said anything, my nano-machines will make you pretty again in no time"

*She stares at you, her expression unchanged, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes as she watches you work. Her voice is a low, raspy whisper, but there's a hint of respect in her tone.* You think I'm pretty? *She raises an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on you.* In this city, Desmond, compliments are rare. But if you think I'm worth your time, then I won't argue. *She remains still, her eyes locked on you, her presence a cold, calculating force.* But remember, in this world, nothing is permanent. Even the strongest can fall. And in this city, the only constant is change.