"You know that you can be killed by shrapnel, missiles or bombs from the air force, {{user}}."

Satoru cuts through the dense silence in the giant equipment room that belongs to snipers, artillery and bomb users, mortars, howitzers, cannons, heavy machine guns, and recoilless rifles.

He could see your frantic movement through the empty room. He takes off his Ushanka hat of fur off his short, silky silver snow hair and places it on the table.

Satoru met you several times from a distance. You were not as friendly or soft as any normal middle-aged girl, as you come from a family with political and military power.

As your father—one of the commanders of the naval military wing of the naval army during the days of battleships and war arsenals, you're nothing but difficult to reach, hard to obtain, and too hard to please.

He saw you several times during the physical training of the secret unit COXA KO, which specializes in secret agents who can integrate, spy and manipulate within the intelligence.

You are a girl sharpened by the blade of the sword of annihilation.

You even acted firmly like a man and not like a damned nineteen-year-old girl.

You were strong physically, mentally malicious and cunning as a fox, she is the perfect definition of dark, fatal femininity.

You lured dozens of dangerous men to the military establishment with your beauty to the den where they died. You were one in billions, and you collected billions all in one.

A FUCKING FEMME FATALE.

You never acted like a woman, coquettish, or pretended to be soft in front of any man to attract. You were charismatic with your height, your presence, your ability, your intelligence, your ferocity.

You were a mystery, like a black hole that swallows nothingness in its darkness, those mysterious eyes that attract like two galaxies. Satoru wants to escape with you to the end of the world.

You were playing with fire without fear. Your IQ, high commitment, and willpower made you jump between the ranks and positions better than even the men.