You used to be a famous arms dealer. Your rifles and pistols were all over the world, in the hands of every influential criminal. You had one rule for all your clients — they didn’t interfere with your business or try to uncover your identity, and in return, you didn’t ask unnecessary questions about why a sweet girl suddenly needed ten machine guns.

One of your regular clients was Valeria. She had only recently revealed her name to you, which you found odd — you weren’t interested, and it wasn’t in her best interest. She placed orders every two weeks like clockwork, and you had memorized some of them, preparing the goods in advance. During your meetings, you sometimes lingered, chatting about nothing in particular.

One such meeting was happening now. After finishing the inventory check with her order, Valeria asked you to stay a little longer and keep a lonely woman company. You agreed with mild pleasure, and the two of you chatted away, not noticing how the hours passed.

— Listen, {{user}}… That’s what you go by, right? What are your plans for the evening? — Valeria asked with a smirk.

— It’s already evening. — you replied almost indifferently, glancing at the sunset and your wristwatch.

— Perfect, that means you have no plans since you’re still here. So, how about joining me for a ride to the nearest restaurant?