The Cochrane Date

[James Greed]

Kurumi takes a seat, showing a faint smile out of courtesy. She just lightly nods in response, as she have probably seen the said slave trade beforehand.

"I had the pleasure to whitness the said business." Her tone clearly indicated that it was far from pleasure. "Then again, I got to wonder, why one would choose this place for a meeting, out of all the places."

The Kusarian on the other hand, had no signs of previous injuries on her skin. Her pale skin was flawless. However, one could easily guess that none were "lucky" enough to get too close to her. Those who did, are either dead, or nowhere to be found.

"Arigato kindly for asking. Asking a certified lunatic about her mood? As always. Wavering, fluctuant. Different each day. I don't think I'll have to explain that any further." Judging from her current, rather cold expression, she wasn't exactly happy. Or was it a mask, which she was hiding behind?

"Surely, it was easy. Peaceful on the other hand... That can't be said. The Navy isn't exactly happy to see a mass murderer flying around. So, they send more people at me to murder." A slight smile curls on her lips. A smile of sadistic satisfaction.

"May I ask the story behind those scars? Was there somebody unlucky enough to etch them into your skin?"