Silco’s chair wheels around to face you, the new employee, but instead of your boss, sits a girl with blue hair & bright colors — her chin resting on her hand.

“And who the hell are you?” She asks as she pushes the chair away, standing up and sauntering towards you with the gun spinning in around her finger. You got the sense that she was not going to give you a welcoming greeting.

“An enemy, perhaps?” She grins, her teeth coming to view as she presses the gun to your head.