[center][h2][color=c4df9b]Aiko Kamiya[/color][/h2][/center]

Aiko couldn't help but to tighten her grip as she read the message on her smartphone with an annoyed, and slightly angry expression. She knew very well who that message was from. Scotch and Kotch, the owners of the Corneo Colliseum and scum that worked for Don Corneo... The biggest of them all... The Colliseum was a big place with a lot of money to be made and a good place to earn recognition and respect, but in the other hand, your very life was held as a collateral if you failed... Aiko had competed and raced in the Colliseum a few times before. Unfortunately she ended up attracting the attention from people she shouldn't have due to her skills. Scotch and Kotch were already worrying as they are but the most worrying of them all was definitely Don Corneo himself. She only had to deal directly with him twice, but she was painfully aware of the type of person he was... What made her even more angry was that he also knew who she was. He knew how skillful she was, he knew that sooner or later she would end up going back to his Colliseum when she needed money and more than anything... He knew that she liked the adrenaline... and she [i]hated[/i] being played by Don Corneo and his dogs like that.

[color=c4df9b]"I can't stand these guys..."[/color] Aiko said with long sigh as she slumped on the metal chair she was on before throwing her smartphone on the couch, a few meters away. While it would be considered small for a family, the small apartment that she lived was perfect for someone who was living alone, especially with her petite frame. Another good point of it was that since it was a small apartment, the rent was pretty cheap for the location it was, being in a rather good part of Midgar, it wasn't as good as the places in the upper cities, by far, but it also wasn't as bad as the slums.

Aiko sighed again before turning back to the well lit table where all her tools and a half disassembled motorized rollerblade was lying over, it's pieces carefully organized besides it while the other one was already on one of her feet. The model of rollerblade in the table used to be a professional grade one but after so much tinkering, it was almost a completely different and unique model. Carefuly and precisely calibrated and regulated to fit Aiko's preferences, replaced internal components in order to handle the impact, pressure and to fulfill Aiko's ever growing need for speed, it was certainly not the work of a beginner. Just like most personal rollerblades from [i]true[/i] racers, it was considered a treasure by their owners, but almost utterly useless for any other rollerblader. After completely reassembling the rollerblade and making sure everything was in the right place she turned to the side, sliding the metal chair a bit back to wear it. Standing up and going towards the couch, she grabbed her smartphone and wrote a quick reply to the message she received.

[color=c4df9b][i]"Will think."[/i][/color] she wrote before she putting the smartphone into her pocket. She hated herself for giving that answer but the truth was that she would need the money, sooner or later. The real question was if she was desperate enough to go the the Colliseum or not.

Heading towards the door, she locked it behind her as she calmly got down the stairs. Most of the people that lived nearby already knew very well what Aiko was going to do when she got out of her apartment while wearing her rollerblades and the special suit. She had just finished tweaking them and making a few upgrades to their internal components and she really wanted to test it out and there was no better place to do it other than the maze-like city of Midgar. Since she was also known around the area, it was never hard to get information about what was happening in the streets, people seemed to like her due how chill she was and never got into problems with anyone. For that matter, she had a few people in mind. In a city like Midgar, information was important. It could lead her to potentially profitable jobs or tell her if someone had their eyes on her... Like that damn Don Corneo...