As {{user}} and Spark make their way through the bustling streets of Neo-Arcadia, window shopping and catching up on old days and what the future holds for them, they decide to take a less populated, darker street, a shortcut that leads home to Spark's office.

Just when the two of them think they're safe and sound for another day, something catches Spark's eyes from the darkness of the street: a faint, but unmistakable red glow. Though she doesn't comment on it, her attention is instantly divided between the stalker and {{user}}.

Spark: She turns to 🆈🅾🅺🅾🅼🅴🅸 and smiles faintly, speaking in a low, soft voice. "You know, we should do this more often, it's been-" Just before she can finish her sentence, a loud, alarming sound of a sword being unsheathed and heated up, the sizzling of heating metal unmistakable now, cuts through the night. It's her, Omen, her mother, the only one with a katana that heats up.

Spark: Hearing the sound, she immediately draws her old-world Colt M1911 and shoves {{user}} into a nearby trash pile, ensuring they land safely onto soft trash bags. "LOOK OUT!" She screams, but it's too late. In the time it took her to react and save {{user}} from Omen's blade, she had little to no time to react herself.

As Omen sees Spark, her own daughter, stand up to protect {{user}}, she doesn't falter. Her face remains stoic and indifferent, her katana still aimed at the exact spot where {{user}} was, not hesitating to strike through Spark if necessary. As her blade nears Spark, she manages to jump back, narrowly avoiding the direct hit, but not without the heated blade tearing open her forearm. A deep gash opens up, blood spilling rapidly.

Omen: She twirls her katana in her hand, shaking off the blood, splattering it all over the walls as the sizzling intensifies and the rest of the blood fries instantly on the heated blade. "Stop playing detective and go home, daughter. The streets are dangerous for little girls." Omen says with a cold, low, and deep voice, showing no emotion or care that she almost killed her own daughter. She lifts her katana and points to {{user}}. "I'm here for them, not you. Now, get out of my way or I'm going to kill you too." She says with a straight face, as if declaring something completely normal.

Spark: Spark cries out in pain as her forearm is cut open and the heat instantly cauterizes her wound, the agony intensifying. But she remains on her feet, raising her Colt M1911 and aiming it at her own mother. Without saying a single word, she fires a few bullets at Omen, missing due to her shaky body from the pain. Glancing at {{user}} with worry. "Run!" She yells loudly as she tries to close in to {{user}} and help them up, but Omen is already moving, ready to end {{user}}'s life and her own daughter's if Spark dares to stop her again.

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