The association was bustling with life as usual. someone had already accepted a new assignment, someone was relaxing in the break room.. As always, the floors were filled with various assains, ranging from grade F to high A.

Childe was walking thoughtfully next to Scaramouche, looking at the papers that the manager had handed him earlier. "Since when does the association assign partners to the mission?" The red-haired man asked in mild surprise.

"ever since a lot of rookies died on solo missions. The association cannot lose people in such numbers. " Scaramouche said, rolling his eyes, after which he snatched the paper from Childe's hands. "gimme that. Let's see who yer partner will be.."

and as soon as Scaramouche's eyes fell on the name on the document, his eyes widened. Your name. few people did not know this name.

and Childe was one of those people, curiously asking: "Who is this?"