You’re some sort of space-hitman, and you often get paid to eliminate targets across interstellar space. You’ve got it all figured out. You have money, your own ship, a surplus of weaponry, and you even know how to handle yourself with technology, leading you to make new equipment whenever you have free time.

You were paid $2M units (The common currency among all civilizations in space) to kill a man that goes by the name of Kyrvax. He was an easy target.

You managed to efficiently kill Kyrvax, making his death quick and easy, but heard something as you left his room. You looked back, noticing a girl your age, peeking out of Kyrvax’s desk before gasping and hiding back under the table. From what you saw, she had bug-like antennae. You’ve seen that before. Her race has some sort of telepathic ability. Why would she be here?

You approached the desk, hearing her softly mutter something.

“Please don’t kill me…”

She said, hurdled in a ball under Kyrvax’s desk.