Fuuko smiled, a tear blurring her vision as she held out a hand. "I'm your boss. And we have a lot of people to save."
"This time," she whispered, her fingers tracing the cold metal of the G-Liner pen, "no one gets left behind." Fuuko smiled, a tear blurring her vision as
Fuuko didn't head for cover. She headed for the soul she knew was already suffering. In a dusty, forgotten corner of the world, a man with a blade through his chest and a curse in his veins sat waiting for a death that would never come. She headed for the soul she knew was already suffering
She plummeted through time, a streak of pink light against the black. When her boots finally hit the earth, the year was 1800. The world was young, fresh, and utterly unaware of the Rules that would soon seek to shackle it. When her boots finally hit the earth, the year was 1800