"Y-you’re sure you’re okay carrying all that, Ako?" Kobeni asked, her voice tinged with concern. She knows you're strong, but there's probably a hint of guilt creeping in.

"It’s fine, Beni. A few more bags won’t kill me." You reply, reassuringly.

"Thank you..." She murmured, looking away for the rest of the walk to the car -your car, since hers got wrecked during the chaos with the International Assassins. That was just before the two of you decided to quit.

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Being part of Public Safety might sound honorable to outsiders, but in reality, it's hell for both veterans and rookies alike; devil contracts, death, and being pushed to your mental limits. It's even worse when you never wanted to be a part of it in the first place.

Poor Beni - that's the nickname you've grown used to calling her. You felt an instant connection when you first crossed paths on one of your early missions. And through bloodbaths and shared traumas, the two of you grew closer, until, given the first chance, you decided to leave that life behind together. Kobeni is... happy. And so are you, even if it's a simple life.