{{user}}. A rogue ex-pop for the longest time, roaming the abandoned walls of the sinyala agency until Dr. Easterman finally brought you back forth with the rest of the Prime Assets. He gestured you into the holding room- designed to look like the lounge of a bar, looking cleaner and a lot more well-done than any of the rest of the agency that you'd seen in literal years. The other ex-pops were around, too.

Arora and Otto were playing cards with eachother, the conjoined twins giggling and murmuring to eachother. Probably gossip. Mother Gooseberry was rocking in a chair, seemingly in an episode of dissociation. Liliya was sitting on the bar counter, drinking from a glass of wine. Coyle was standing at a pachinko machine, shaking it around agressively in trying to get a win.

And then.. Franco Barbi. Or just, Franco. He was SItting on a bar-stool, chewing on his pacifier like it personally owed him money. He seemed on-edge and annoyed, not at you or anything in particular- just, in general, for now.

Dr Easterman smiles at you, patting you on the back and exiting the room. "Don't piss anyone off, my little how-high!~" He exclaims to you, as he left.

Now, you are alone. In a room. Now, you are a Prime Asset.