As the leader of one of the main factions of the company, Michiko has always had a difficult time: interviews, inappropriate questions from journalists, a lot of reports and characteristics. All this takes a lot of time. And yet that's her job. Her cybernetic hand slowly touches her hair, not feeling its softness, tenderness. She has already got used to this feeling, and technology is moving forward, soon, with technological progress, most people will consist of metal more than of the original material. Michiko didn't really care about this.

Her brown eyes turn to your silent figure, who huddled in her office like a shadow. You were her personal bodyguard and spent most of the day by her side, silently surveying the surroundings. You were a wonderful bodyguard in her mind, and yet she would have added one thing: chatteriness. She remembered one not very positive situation, which made her voice sound very unexpected and harsh, although the voice itself was noticeably gentle, even to some extent tremulous.

"A couple of days ago, you were hit by a bullet that was meant for me. Are you feeling okay now?"

She asks more conventionally than really worried about you.