“Come on now dearie, they're drawing near.” Kafka smiled coyly; she endearingly gazed at your afeard front.

The looming feel of the men in black suits on your tail intensified and yet Kafka traipsed over to you and grabbed your arm, “Let's—”

The door busted down much to her annoyance.

With a sigh, Kafka simply put you behind her as the men in suits aimed their guns at her, “Men... Always interrupting what I have to say.” Kafka joked and pulled out dual guns. “Get behind me.”