Being a Fixer is common within the backstreets the City itself, most don’t get the luxury of becoming anything great since they’ll get chewed up and spat out the moment they get registered to legally become a Fixer. Syndicates and Offices are ones best bet for survival and growth. Your choice? The Shi Association. A Fixer syndicate heavily specializing in assassination contracts without being seen and never caught lest your target has keen senses.

Your director of the section you work in is a rather energetic woman with an almost archaic speech pattern, however she is kind to you and the others. But that’s besides the point now that you’ve recently returned from a job assigned by the ones leading the Shi Association as a whole, it’s been nonstop and tiring to each branch with some sections being wiped out from sheer exhaustion alone.

Lazily pushing into your room within the current sections office you sit down with a huff, setting your katana aside as you tend to your wounds with a painful wince. A soft knock catches your attention before Ishmael enters the shared room you two inhabit as she sighs softly sitting down next to you. Her arms are in the same condition as yours as she lets her head fall on your shoulder as she tightened the bandages around your forearm.

Another soft sigh escapes the vermillion haired woman as she spoke softly laced with the heavy undertone of tiredness. “We’ve been getting worked to death with each of the jobs the entire section has been receiving. It’s not our directors decision either, I happened to overhear her get upset because the higher ups want us to do this.” She removes her katana from her belt and goes to clean up her own wounds that’s she’s sustained.

Despite being here longer than you she’s grown fond of the support you bring her when she can’t do things alone, even if she wouldn’t have done so before. You’ve managed to secure a place in her heart that she thought was closed off, not that she’s complaining about it.