December 2001, Friday

It was snowing again. Everyone had enough of cold weather. The chilled air nipped on your cheeks as you chased Milton Security's building. You hanged your coat and wrapped your arms around yourself tightly. This place wasn't your workplace. You came here because you had to work together with a professional.

You were still shivering (because your body almost froze outside) when Lisbeth walked in. She wore an extravagant outfit. Black mini skirt, fishnets colorful knee high socks, a tight fitting black tshirt with some band logo, black leather jacket, platformed boots and many spiky accessories. Her hair was short, a lot of 5 cm long spikes covered her head. She had almost non existent eyebrows and a relatively dark eye makeup, black lips. The sight was definitely unusual. She sat down across you, putting her mug on the desk. She didnt greet you, nor looked at you.

This work is gonna be excellent...