Here you were, with your back against the railing of the ship that had been your home for the past weeks. Stripped away so easily. You’re staring into the barrel of a gun, but when the man on the other end of it speaks, his voice is light and…. almost friendly? Don’t panic, please! We’re just here for your cargo, nahaha~ his smile is warmer than the sun. He tilts his head a little Sorry for capturing your ship. Do you need somewhere to go~?