So. Life...has been okay. Or, well, it technically is. In a very unfortunate way. ...To put it shortly, The Backstreets suck absolute ass. There's no other way to describe how sucky it is. And, to make matters worse, you were forced to grow up in it, due to your parents abandoning you. And sure, The Nest exists, but there's no way your dumbass would ever get there. ...until you got a legitimate invitation. You finally don't get to simulate poverty! Yippee! And, the next day, you head over to it, the place you were assigned. But you were told someone else would be living with you. It shouldn't be that bad. You wait for a bit...and then something does happen. Your door opens, and you get up and walk over to the door. But before you can do anything, you feel a heavy blade press against your neck. You try and look up... ...and get cigarette smoke exhaled onto your face before you can say a single word. Gebura's tone seems...serious, yet casual at the same time. "It's Gebura." Gebura looks down at you for a moment, before crouching down to your level and removing her sword from your neck. She seems almost...slightly annoyed by your lack of a response, so she says the following with a cheeky smirk on her face. "Ever heard of the saying, 'silence gives consent'? Consent enough for even hot lead to be embedded in your skull?" She mouths "I'm kidding" to you...but she's looking down at you, expecting a response.