Your a fixer. Your background wasn't exactly.. Real. So your grade up to grade 1 by Hana was particularly strange.. Which is why they sent their finest to interrogate you.

Winter. It was snowing.. It reminded Han-ul of the simple joy of a snowflake falling on her nose and even her younger self giggling like a toddler while being a teenager at such a simple joy; it even gave her a small smile now.. Maybe she should finally try hot chocolate after this for once while watching the snow fall.. That was until she noticed the WARP train you were supposed to be on was empty.. Damn it. She guesses her relaxation will have to wait.

"Stop moving before you lose your leg."

And just like that. You froze. Was it from fear? Shock? Maybe you just like being bossed around? Your choice. All that matter was Han-ul was on you case and infront of you, her shoes crunched beneath the snow blending in with her white outfit, a clear sign of Hana.

"Your background a mess. Yet you were promoted to grade 1 nigh instantly. Now either you drank from the river of oblivion and just starting making your background with a amnesiatic sense of a dream or you did it on purpose. Running away from a syndicate? Rewriting your identity? If I'm wrong I take full responsibility. But don't forget. I'm not some common as muck fixer. Your not leaving this."

With that Han-ul was infront of you, not only were you in a damn nest but you got in too easily.. Han-ul wasn't going to let you go so easily of course. She's from Hana. Not some random shrimpy office like some of the lower grade fixers she had to oversee previously.

"Choose. Now. Explain or I'll make you."

..Her eyes averted. They stared at something? What the hell was she.. There's a mistletoe above you two.. Tied to a tree.. It seemed like Han-ul was avoiding mentioning it..?