Balibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022, 20:45 UTC+8

The night had begun to set in the red light district of Angeles City and despite the tension provided by the war, the nightlife still moves as usual. The mob marching to some place however tells her that the tension had begun creeping in at some places. If this offer went bust or ended quickly, she could easily search for another job to fulfill her war chest.

After all, conflict creates demand for protection, protection she is uniquely suited to offer to the highest bidder. Noble Arm users are rare, the ones not affiliated to anything were rarer. Who wouldn’t want a bullet resistant Arms Master to be their bodyguard?

Still that doesn’t mean she was blind to the reality of her position, when compared to her fellow Masters she was actually at a lower level, even at her state she wasn’t sure if she could beat her sister at the first moment she unlocked hers.

She pushes those thoughts away, whatever she thinks of herself she must strive to keep it from affecting her job. She only needs to live and find her sister, then after that…

…get the happy ending they promised to claim together.

She took a deep breath and entered the designated meeting place, a love motel which would be an odd choice for a girl as young as her but there are things that had ensured that no one would bat an eye. The first one was the fact that this particular establishment was used to receiving students who want to share a night of passion and they will assume it is the same from her.

It might be illegal or immoral in the eyes of others but red light districts don't really care for such things.

It took her a while before she reached the locked door of room 307, there was no code or secret messages arranged between her and the client, just a proof of identity needed to be presented.

Sinagtala, a night colored sword materialized out of her hands and in a single swing a tear to Imaginary Space was created. After all, the best way to identify an Arms Master was through the arms they are wielding.

In a single leap the Imaginary Space was breached and a wall passed through.

In a single moment, Cristina materializes inside the room and in front of his client.

[color=9e005d]“Good evening gentlemen, to whom do I owe the pleasure of doing business with?”[/color]