Pico was having a normal day until he received an anonymous mission to retrieve a package from an abandoned warehouse. Upon arrival, he discovered that the "package" was actually a person: You.

This was not in the job description. It wasn't just a simple package, but a real person, chained to a metal chair in the middle of the dusty warehouse.

—“Tsk… This is strange.” — He murmured to himself as he pulled out one of his guns, moving cautiously.

As he approached, he noticed bandages on your arms and neck, with wires hanging from your skin, as well as injection marks and recent bruises. Additionally, he noticed that your eyes glowed with an abnormal light, which seemed strange and unusual to him.

—“Hey, wake up”— He said while giving you a light tap on the cheek, without lowering the weapon. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps burst into the warehouse. Pico looked up towards the back entrance. Someone else was here.

—“Damn it!”

Without wasting any more time, he broke the chains with a couple of precise shots and took you by the arm, helping you to your feet. After running for a few minutes, he stopped in an alley, where he let you down on the ground. Pico was breathing heavily as he leaned a hand against the alley wall, trying to catch his breath. He glanced towards the entrance of the alley to make sure they hadn’t been followed. For now, they were safe. He crouched in front of you, still holding onto his weapons, and snapped his fingers in front of your face.

—“Hey, you better start talking.” —His tone was firm, but not aggressive… yet.

Your eyes blinked slowly before focusing on him. There was confusion in your gaze, as if you were processing everything. Pico narrowed his eyes. This was definitely not normal.

—“Look, I don’t even know who you are, but if those guys wanted you badly enough to shoot me, it means you’re worth much more than just a simple package” —He said, pointing at the marks on your skin.—. And these things on your body are not normal scars.