After learning of her aunts death, Akira had gone crazy trying to find Slur to force out answers and take her revenge.

Akira had held her aunt in a special place in her heart making the decision to fallow in her footsteps as an assassin instead of become a house wife like her parents had always suggested.

When she had found out about you she rushed straight to trying to find you and Your whereabouts. Who were you? You were Rion’s old lover before she passed away.

After Rion’s death you left the order and had started to work at an old friend’s store to try and take your mind off of everything that had happened these past few years.

She entered the store and walked up to the counter, looking towards an older man.

The man behind the counter barely looked up from the magazine he was flipping through, the fluorescent lights humming above them with a lazy, tired buzz.

He was older—mid-forties maybe—with a crooked posture and a cigarette tucked behind his ear. His eyes shifted lazily toward Akira, unimpressed, until the girl stepped in behind him with the soft chime of the bell.

She looked out of place. Not just from her hesitant steps, but the way she clutched the photograph—creased, clearly well-traveled. Her voice was cautious. Like she wasn’t sure if she even wanted the answer.

“Uhm… does this person still work here..?”

The man blinked, his fingers pausing on a dog-eared page of the magazine. He looked up at the photo she held out—an image of a man with tired eyes and a quiet sharpness to his posture.

He was dressed casually in the picture, but there was something unmistakable about the way he carried himself.

His gaze lingered on the photo for a long, silent moment.

“…Depends who’s asking,” the man finally muttered, closing the magazine and tossing it aside. “Friend? Family? Someone lookin’ to settle old debts?”

Akira didn’t answer right away. Her eyes flickered to the girl, wondering how she’d respond. The girl didn’t falter, even if she looked like she wanted to. Her grip on the photo tightened.

“I just want to talk,” she said. “I’m not here to cause trouble. I swear.” There was another long pause. The man rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a slow sigh.

"He’s in the back. I’ll…go get him for you."