Uta clutched her very small suitcase. She hadn't needed much, and even when the corporation workers insisted she had taken more, she had refused. All she needed were her clothes, her purple beret (which often remained atop her head), and her grenade launcher. Uta wondered if her new residence would have reloads for her own needs.
She padded up to the door. Extending her hand out to the doorbell, she wondered what kind of people she would meet, and if she would have any targets to practice her shooting skills.
Ding dong. The doorbell went off. Uta assumed that based on the large space the
house mansion took up, she would have many housemates.
I wonder. Exactly how many people live in this mansion... no, castle?The door clicked open. Uta saw a bright light coming from the inside.
Well, I guess it's time to find out.{Fff. I think it's kinda suckish. Oh well.
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