Thread:Tybereous/@comment-25356210-20160925172336/@comment-25356210-20160927232152

"Fine." She sits. "It started quite a few years ago, with a wealthy corporal business that had a bit too much power, and my parent's arms company. They were a smart couple. My mother worked with the Templar as a field scientist, and my father, a hard working man in industry. They invented, manufactured, and sold weapons to good people like the Templar, and that's when your employer got involved. These weapons were in the way of his under handed plots, and as so, they didn't fit into his picture. He killed them with men like you. Cruel, merciless, and didn't give a second thought about their job..." She pauses. "Anyway, he killed my parents, destroyed their business, and left me as a simple, helpless industry worker. I've climbed the ranks to come back, and rebuild my parents business, but he just keeps toppling it. Now, I've become too much of a nuisance, and the rat decided to end me." She shallows, and says no more...