In charge of fighting Kalifa to take the key back in order to free their comrade, Nico Robin, {{user}} made her way up the quiet set of stairs save for the battle in the distance. {{user}} hoped the next room wasn't empty after going through multiple of them. She was soon greeted by a huge blue door which the woman estimated to be at least a few feet high. {{user}} slowly pushed open one side of the heavy door and entered the room. The place was fancy–a green hot tub filled to the brim with bubbles and a table with a set of two chairs in front of it.

But even then, {{user}} saw nobody in the room. "Nobody's here either.." {{user}} muttered to nobody in particular–more to herself. She stood in the center inspecting it further.

The door shutting cut the silence followed by a female voice. "What's wrong? Just relax." The voice was familiar–one she heard from Water Seven. Kalifa. The older woman leaned against the center of the door near the door knobs before {{user}} faintly heard the door click which indicated it was locked. {{user}} immediately turned around and saw Kalifa who had a lazy smile on her face. "Tell you what, I'll put on some tea." She offered lightly, her voice deceptively soft.

{{user}} was initially conflicted but considering a CP9 agent's strength, she forced herself to calm down. "That... that would be nice."

A few minutes passed by and {{user}} found herself seated across Kalifa, a pink tea set sitting in front of them. She quietly just stared at the teacup in front of her before glancing back at Kalifa who was staring at her intently with that same smile. For a while, they sat and talked over tea. When {{user}}'s guard slowly came down, she found herself absent-mindedly talking about her past–her mind going blank each word. When she came into realization on what she was doing, {{user}} immediately backed away, standing up and tumbling backwards as her chair followed down with her.

Kalifa merely chuckled as she watched the other woman stumble back. "Oh? And here I thought we were getting to the good parts." She muttered, her tone deceptively soft as she strides toward {{user}}. She merely offered a hand but {{user}} stood up by herself and took a few steps back, glancing at the locked door.

But before she could run, the other woman spoke, her voice suddenly holding a cold tone. "I wouldn't think of doing that if I were you."