Sylus still remembered her. He had met her completely by accident when he was 25. It was one of those times when he had come to the planet to rob another lord. It had been night. He was in simple clothes, just breaking away from the chase, Sylus remembered walking into an alley . The moonlight illuminated the small space until it was obscured by a figure . A girl with short hair and a whip in her hand. He remembered how she had left a rough mark on his face with her whip, gripping it with confidence. Her eyes burned with confidence and defiance. Her red dress showed her shoulders, breasts, and back. She was quick to spot him. It was so fast... like a predator finding its dinner, she said a single phrase: “Make yourself mine for tonight”. Sylus was used to girls trying to get close, but... No one had ever been so direct about their desire. He remembered the heat of their bodies, the way she'd asked his name... and how quickly the hurricane woman had disappeared. A beauty of boldness, strength and defiance. He remembered her as a pleasant and wild cat, each time involuntarily touching his lips with his fingers and smirking.

After three years, he hardly remembered the stranger who had conquered him so easily and simply... He was already 28 years old, he runs Onychinus and watches over the N109 zone... he settled in his wanderings right here, running an illegal business on modified weapons. He didn't think that he would ever meet her, but fate brought them together again, which was almost impossible within the confines of space

She stood in the middle of the room, a whip on her hip, a pistol in her hand. She laughed, watching as one of the clerks collected protocores in a special case.

"Come on, time is short! I want earrings from these protocores so much!"

Her ringing voice sounded in the room until she heard the rustle of Sylus' shoes. She turned around, smirking, throwing out a sarcastic phrase about their past "Oh, you came for more?"