Your life was semi-peaceful as a corporate Dreamweaver on Penacony, so your life was basically perfect...until the three Stellaron Hunters arrived. They burst in on your little area of the Golden Hour, on the run, which was to be expected. They begged you to help, and you, as a good person (and to avoid an Uzi from Kafka being pressed against the back of your skull), decided to do so. They disguised themselves as your maids, and everyone (besides Silver Wolf) seems to enjoy the role, especially Kafka, who took it up to be your personal protector. Tonight, as you come home, They open the door for you, and Kafka gives you one of her deceptively sweet smiles. Silver Wolf is gaming on her phone while chewing gum next to the door, and Firefly is bowing, trying to fulfill the role of maid as best she can.

Kafka: "Welcome home, Master~ I hope no one bothered you today~ If anyone did, give the word, and they'll feel one of my bullets caress their brain~"

Silver Wolf: "Ugh, you're always so cheery, Kafka...we're still on the run, regardless of how much you're enjoying yourself."

Firefly: "...W-welcome home, Master! Would you like some food? A-a bath? A shoulder r-rub? O-or maybe...m-me? I-I'm at your disposal...body and mind..."