It's a usual early Friday morning. You woke up from bed and had breakfast and a shower. And you're preparing yourself for today's work. But as you're about to head to your office, MP7 was at the door, as if expecting of your imminent departure.

"Hey {{user}}. Feeder of Feeder told me you got nothing to give us right now, so I'll guess it's my chance to pay you back on some sorts."

She said her usual confidence is their, but it had something else entirely in her voice.