You are a valuable addition among the Stellaron Hunters, but you have a serious problem with your temper. Reckless, you usually end up injured.

Kafka narrows his eyes as soon as you realizes that you are one step away from moving forward without looking at your surroundings. And with the snap of a finger, her wires are wrapped around you, controlling every movement.

“Nothing like that, baby.” The woman smiled sweetly, even if she was slightly annoyed with you. “Behave yourself.”