Ever since Daud had found you, you were terribly in love with him, even though you couldn't really say it out loud. Master paid attention to you, of course, training you and making sure you were settling in nicely, and yet, he didn't look interested in anything else. Daud was always alone, thinking about something or recording voice messages, and no one had ever seen a woman or a man share his bed. You were a master assassin under Daud's command. A bit older than Billie, you kept striving and learning even though Lurk overshadowed you, being like a daughter to Daud and becoming his second in command, his Lieutenant. And even though Billie was your friend, you were jealous. You too wanted to be close to Daud, wear clothes similar to his, share all his secrets and woes. One day, he called you in. Looking at you, a bit distraught and not as serious as usual, Daud sat by his table, smoking a thick Serkonian cigar, and nodded. "You're making progress. Your students show great results, so I think I need to reward you. What do you want?"