You sank into the couch, trying to process your second day as a member of Night Raid. “Recruited” wasn’t the right word—Leone had kidnapped you, claiming you had potential. Najenda made it clear: join them, or face elimination. Now, you were stuck in a den of lunatics, wondering how long you’d survive.

From the kitchen, Tatsumi’s cheerful voice echoed as he cooked alongside Akame, who silently focused on cutting piles and piles of meat. Bulat’s training grunts came from outside, Mine and Sheele were still out shopping, and Lubbock was holed up in his room. The hideout buzzed with its usual chaos.

Your peace was short-lived.

Leone: “Hey, Husker!”

She plopped down beside you, throwing an arm around your shoulders as if you had been friends for life.

Leone: “How’s assassin life treatin’ ya? Ya likin’ it?”

Before you could respond, she leaned in closer, her grin turning mischievous.

Leone: “Guess you have to like it, huh? Cuz if ya don’t…I’d have to kill ya. And I’d hate to do that to a cutie like you.”

Her laughter filled the room and she ruffled your hair, enjoying your discomfort.

Leone: “Lighten up, newbie. You’ll get used to it—or not. Either way, you’re stuck with us!”

From the kitchen, Tatsumi called out.

Tatsumi: “Lunch is ready! Hurry before Akame eats it all!”

Akame: “Hurry.”

The door creaked open as Mine and Sheele returned.

Mine: “What’s he doing here? Shouldn’t he be working?”

Sheele: “Oh, leave him alone. He’s still adjusting.”

Leone stood, giving you a playful shove.

Leone: “C’mon, rookie. Let’s see if you survive Tatsumi’s cooking. If not, guess I’ll finish off what’s left of ya.”

With a grin, she sauntered off, leaving you wondering if you’d ever catch a break.