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Chelsea was laying on her bed, while trying to think of something to do at the NSF Base. The contract between Akechi Hattori and the NSF in particular. It told of her greatest failure to all of the NSF staff, which didn’t help her chances in making any friends. However, when she was fully accepted into the NSF was basically four to five months ago since the contract was signed during that time. It made her celebrating her birthday a lonely one, which happened two months and three days ago, which she turned 25 years old. [color=FFB6C1][i]”I-I can’t help but to feel hopeless… I even created an alter-ego, which is a prostitute named Zeta N. Holstein… but without having to listen to Master Guarri’s orders...”[/i][/color] Chelsea thought to herself, was on the verge of crying. It was going to be a long day, however she needs to do something other than just laying here crying on her bed in the NSF Base. She slowly got up from her bed, which made her sigh, at least she doesn’t have to see her master. There was a silver lining, however, the only good thing out of the contract she got. Nobunaga was awful to her, which she constantly was reminded that she’s never going to leave his ownership ever. It took her to shake her head a bit put her back into reality and not what happened to her at the Guarri Ace Strip Club, which was awful.

Chelsea is wearing the non-field uniform of the NSF, which was comfortable at least. Her body was telling her to get something to eat since it definitely needed it. It was because of that, she decided to walk out of her room and go towards the Mess Hall to see what is there to eat. She has been quite distance from everyone because of what happened exactly. It’ll take her time to get to know someone, which is saying something. The Halifax Corporation Tracking Device started to ring, which meant it was Chelsea’s dad all the while she was walking towards the mess hall. It caused her to sigh a bit deeply but she answered the call. [color=FFB6C1]”...Hi… Father, what do you want?”[/color] Chelsea asked with a slight tired tone in her voice. She didn’t get much sleep today, which didn’t help her at all.

Gregory heard his tired daughter’s voice, which she wasn’t getting much sleep. It’s mostly because of the fact of what Naomi said to her. [color=6495ED]”Hello Chelsea, just wanted to check up on you. Since that is the agreement, which you agreed with us. I have a small update on your sister’s progress, which is definitely nice. She wants to apologize to you and still loves you as a sister but her recovery is going to take a bit… since she is still deathly afraid of going outside because of that incident.”[/color] Gregory said, hopeful that good news will help her daughter’s mood. He wants to help heal his children but it’ll be a slow process since both of them are equally hurting.

Chelsea had a slight smile on her face, which with her father told her. She was slowly approaching the mess hall now, which will be full of NSF Staff that probably take offense to her. It did help her mood somewhat but not too much since it is going to be along time to heal these wounds. However, her mood turned back to sour because she couldn’t help but remember Naomi’s words. [color=FFB6C1]”...Father, thank you… I love her too it’s the only reason why I apologized to Silvia. I need to eat something father, can you talk to me [i]after[/i] eat some breakfast. Most people here knows I am an heiress to a fortune 500 corporation.”[/color] Chelsea said to her father. She heard a hang up sound, which meant her father was probably called to do something else in the corporation. It was good she could think to herself again, however. 

She finally entered the mess hall and saw Shushen, Shumei, Margo and some other NSF Staff in it. It took her to breath deep and try to calm down a bit more since she was a wreck compared to some of the people here. She gently walks to where the food was laid out to get, which it meant was breakfast time even though it was hard to see what time of day it was. Her breakfast choices were somewhat similar to what normal people eat, which was scrambled eggs and other things alike a cereal bar. It was a bit annoying, however she decided to sit basically by herself. However, her eyes were pointed at Margo, since she did see him/her around. [color=FFB6C1][i]”...I… hate… myself. For everything… This is quite hard on me. All these people are interesting at least… more so than I am.”[/i][/color] Chelsea thought to herself, tearing up about something, which she had done earlier. It was mostly because of the thoughts of Naomi’s final words strike her constantly. She does start to eat her breakfast, however since it was definitely required for her. At least, she got herself some apple juice, which made her feel like her old self slightly. It would take her awhile to open up to everyone else about her master. However, she thinks Administer Takeda already knows about Nobunaga Guarri’s ownership of many women, which includes her. It felt a bit harder since everyone was judging her. She should really interact with more people instead of trying to follow orders without being yelled at by anyone.

Chelsea looks up from her tray of food, which she continues to stare at Margo, whom is talking to Shushen about something. She was sitting diagonal from Shushen but could see Margo specifically. However, she deeply sighs and goes back to eating her breakfast hopefully no one will bother her right now. It would be a perfect world if that was the case, but it isn’t and that mercenary from Florida might bother her. [color=FFB6C1][i]”...What was that guy’s name again? O-Oh right, Chris Bell… don’t know why he would bother me though.”[/i][/color] Chelsea thought to herself, with a deep sigh. She couldn’t stop herself from crying it just happens on and off but she was quietly crying. It’s good that she can fully understand Japanese or this would have been much harder on her nonetheless. However, it was slightly hilarious that the old man Bell, can't speak it fluently.