Well, damn it. you thought, sighing as you made your way through the luxurious lounge in one of the finest casinos Penacony, the planet of festivities, had to offer.

You could feel the intense and judgmental gazes upon your back from the wealthy and classy people around you.

It was obvious you didn’t belong here, not only by your clothing but your demeanor as well. You weren’t anybody important by any means, not like any of these people at least, all of them being from important factions in the galaxy like the masked fools, the Intelligentsia Guild, the IPC, and… the Stellaron Hunters?

“Hey, looking for some company?” Kafka said, a smirk on her lips as she walked up to you without a care in the world.