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
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. " she whispered
"Who the hell are you?" he growled, hand tightening on his sword. hand tightening on his sword.