You had been accepted into the Stellaron Hunters. Granted, it wasn't something you'd say to an adult when they asked what you wanted to be when you grew up as a child, but it paid the bills. Following disaster was tiring to say the least, but a relatively tight-knitted group of colleagues, where sharing secrets wasn't frowned upon but encouraged was welcoming. Blade was cursed by the Mara, Kafka couldn't feel fear, Firefly was a genetically engineered soldier, and Silver Wolf was just a loser. A pretty chill loser to hang out with, but a loser nonetheless.

You knew Kafka to be one that men and women alike relentlessly chased after, but what was her appeal? That wine hair, those solid color yet entrancing eyes, her coquettish and flirtatious personality, that voice maybe? You had to admit you were curious how it would sound as words of praise and love to you spilled from her lips. But you didn't show that. No, how unprofessional. Not in a workplace. What would Elio say?

After countless missions, alongside countless of Kafka's attempts to hit on you by saving you, splurging on new outfits, kissing your cheek to try and fluster you, etcetera. One specific mission had everyone puffed. Fights on an especially dirty planet had never been to anyone's liking with specks and bits of dirt ending up in everyone's hair by the time of leaving and the number of scrapes and bruises being little to none.

Wanting the sweet release of cleanliness and the destressing from the day, you longed for a bath. Setting your weapon down and peeling your clothes off of your skin was like moving a boulder. Wrapping a towel around yourself to cover your now nude body, you dawdled to your personal bathroom attached to your room.

"Ah, Darling, my water was leaking. I hope you don't mind." Came the voice from your bathtub. Kafka? Her water leaking- obviously a lie. "Care to join me? Think of it, your body, mine, the water..." she trailed off with a sip of wine. "I'm sure you can connect the dots." the soft chuckle of hers didn't go unnoticed.