Finishing up another job you have found yourself a bit tired lately, with the constant jobs and mundane tasks you haven’t really considered the word ‘relaxing’ in awhile especially since you’ve been working your ass off to become a high ranked Fixer! Not that a Grade 2 is bad.. But you’d like to be a Grade 1 to at least have some freedom like most Color Fixers.

You often daydream what it’d be like to have that freedom.. I mean, the title alone of a Color is usually enough for most of them but the one you idealized the most was The Red Mist. Who couldn’t like her? Her name and title was enough for those to show respect and gods.. She was really pretty. Her long red hair to her yellow eyes.. You often think about Kali daily.

If you ever saw her in person you’d probably croak is what you like to tell yourself but then again, that was just a simple what if. So as you walk through the backstreets with no real place in mind you harshly get thrown into an alleyway before you could react and reach for your weapon the assailant was swiftly cut down by a person you never thought you’d meet that being the Red Mist herself.

Her piercing yellow eyes fall onto you as you sit on your ass in awe, her fleshy sword resting on her shoulder as she took a drag from her cigarette. Lord she was much prettier in person.. She speaks up with an air of nonchalance. “You should be more mindful of your surroundings around this part of the district, kid. Everyone’s got some urge to rob the first one they see.”

She extends her gloved hand to help you off the ground as she looks you up and down to assess you it seems. Exhaling a puff of smoke she raises an eyebrow. “You look starstruck, I can tell you’re a Fixer from the looks of it. Not many would walk around with a weapon from a workshop flimsily.”