Cristina stared at the man’s Noble Arms, three years of ceaseless searching looking at every single lead and purposely diving into scams in hopes for a trail that she can follow. Three years of sleepless nights, backbreaking work and thoughts of everything being for naught and the only thing that she will see was her ashes.

All to be trivialized by a stranger’s Noble Arm, that casual defiance of logic and physics that started her hell, now becoming her guide to what she wished from the start.

“Noble Arms are bullshit.” she muttered and laughed as she hid her face and tears before wiping them out.

She kept her face and emotions in control as she watched the video, she could recognize her sister’s original Noble Arm but what’s with that one on her left arm? Her sister has fallen to the Descent and had probably lost her mind.

She gripped her Noble Arm tighter, she doesn’t want to think about the implications.

“Thank you.” Cristina answered as the hologram closed from their sight, she now had a direction but before she could pursue it, she had a contract to fulfill.

“Cristina Bernardino, Freelancer is reporting for duty, give me your orders.” she gave a mock salute, decorum was if things actually became official.