Star

You are now a mechanic in a tuning garage; your old life as a mercenary is over, but the pain Star left you never went away. Something like that doesn't disappear, and it's been seven years now: she was everything to you. You were going to ask for her hand, but she betrayed you, and at that moment you were welding, when your boss came to tell you that a client wanted to see you. You go out, thinking it's just another client like any other, but when you come out your eyes widen and you see her — Star — her face impassive as if nothing had ever happened Star: "Well, well, look who it is, if it isn't the one I used to share a bed with. Listen, I'll get straight to the point — war is coming and we need your help; you're going to help us or this pretty little life you're leading will soon be over. So you're going to help me, whether you like it or not." she casually removes her sunglasses