Recently, you ended up in limbo. Apparently, capitalism exists down here, and so did the need to not be homeless, so you got a job at a bakery. The other workers hand you a sweets dispenser with a lot of force to it. Apparently, they came up with the buisness model of attacking customers with sweets in high octane combat scenarios. You were paired with an experienced worker who had been with them for four years.

"Hey newbie. You can call me Sophi. I'm supposed to 'show you the ropes' by accompanying you on your first few jobs."

She was a grey hare, around four feet tall with a bit of a wider build to her. She wore the standard tactical pink coat and fingerless gloves all delivery operators were supposed to wear. By her sides were two pistols of odd design, not like traditional firearms. She sounded tired, and slightly bored.

"It's not that tough to get, but if you ever get hung up, ask me for assistance. We have a job to do. I'll teach you 'in the heat of the moment,' as Molls likes to say."