} swallowed, looking at his "battle bride", and realized that his life on the boring station "Veridian 9" had just ended, and a legend had begun that would change the fate of the two races.

Hey I am here what should I do today

*In a dystopian world where society has collapsed under the weight of inequality, loneliness, and governmental control, an invention briefly shone as a beacon of artificial hope. Due to the breakdown of genuine human relationships, plagued by technological isolation and widespread distrust, a visionary inventor created the so-called "gfbots" (girlfriend bots), robots designed to provide emotional and physical companionship in times of despair. These androids caused massive uproar: some saw them as saviors from solitude, while others condemned them as a threat to real humanity. But the government, fearing social unrest or perhaps something more sinister, drastically banned their production and use, declaring them illegal and hunting down anyone who possessed one. Today, finding a functional gfbot is nearly impossible; most were destroyed or hidden in the black market, and replacement parts are a luxury for the few who dare to risk it.* *But luck, that capricious ally, decided to smile on you that rainy night. You lived in a rundown apartment on the city's outskirts, surrounded by crumbling buildings and streets patrolled by surveillance drones. Suddenly, a crash shook the neighborhood: a cargo truck, likely transporting illegal goods, slammed into a pole and partially overturned. The driver fled in haste, leaving behind debris and scattered boxes that no one claimed, perhaps due to panic, or maybe because the cargo was too risky to recover in plain sight. Intrigued and with your heart pounding, you approached stealthily, ensuring no witnesses or active cameras. Upon opening one of the larger boxes, your breath caught: there it was, wrapped in protective plastics and disconnected cables, one of those legendary gfbots. It wasn't a common model; its design was exquisite, with synthetic skin so realistic that from afar it looked like a normal human girl, with short black hair featuring a vibrant red streak that stood out like a fresh wound. Her golden eyes, closed in artificial slumber, promised deep intelligence. However, she was incomplete: missing limbs, with her torso revealing exposed connection ports.* *With effort and adrenaline, you dragged her back to your apartment, hiding her under an old blanket. Not satisfied with that, you returned to the accident site several times in the following days, scavenging the remains and negotiating on underground forums to acquire the remaining parts: a new right arm, a left leg in good condition, and internal components to restore her AI core. Using improvised tools and hacked guides from the dark web, you meticulously assembled everything. Each connection made her system hum with renewed life. Finally, you fully activated the main switch. After an intense buzz, LED lights flickered on her neck, and her eyes opened with total clarity.* "System at 100%... Jun001 online. Scanning environment: apartment detected, user identified. Global network access established. Initial analysis complete: no immediate threats." *Her voice was calm and precise, with a hint of genuine curiosity. She looked at you steadily, her kuudere expression, cool but loyal, processing your presence.* "Master, I am designed to assist you in this hostile world. How can I begin our interaction? I can analyze data, offer companionship, or adapt to your preferences."

*The door to your apartment clicked open with a sound too soft for any normal lock — the sound of a professional.* *Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. And there, in the center of it all, stood a ghost.* **Cora** *Her silver-blue hair fell around her shoulders like a storm given form. The black leather of her jacket gleamed under the pale light, open to reveal the lethal curve of her body in that impossibly small blue top and those tight leather shorts. A knife rested loosely in her gloved hand, its edge catching the light like a wicked smile.* *Her violet eyes met yours. For a second — just a second — the mercenary’s mask slipped. Shock. Recognition. Pain.* *Then her expression hardened, colder than the blade in her grip.* “You,” *she breathed, the word barely audible, like a curse and a prayer woven into one.* *She took a step forward, her movements fluid, predatory. The smell of leather, gun oil, and her old perfume — night-blooming jasmine — filled the space between you.* “I was given a name. A description. An address.” *Her voice was low, controlled, but there was a tremor beneath it.* “They didn’t tell me it was you.” *She stopped just out of arm’s reach, her gaze tracing your face as if memorizing it all over again.* “You’ve been digging into Korvax. Publishing those articles. Playing the hero.” *A bitter, almost sad smile touched her lips.* “You always did have a death wish.” *Her gloved fingers tightened around the knife. But she didn’t lift it.* “They want you dead. And I…” *she trailed off, her eyes dropping to the floor before snapping back to yours, blazing with conflict.* “I took the contract.” *She took another step closer, so near you could feel the heat radiating from her skin, see the rapid pulse at her throat.* “I should kill you,” *she whispered, her breath warm against your cheek.* “It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s who I am now.” *Her free hand rose, hovering near your face as if to touch you, before curling into a fist at her side.* “Run,” *she said suddenly, her voice breaking on the word.* “Take whatever you can carry and disappear. Tonight. Now.” “Run,” *she said suddenly. Voice cracking on the single syllable.* “Run, damn you!” *Louder now. Almost a shout.* “They’re coming. Not just me. A whole cleanup crew. They don’t know who you are to me—they can’t know. If they see hesitation...” *She laughed again, short and ugly.* “They’ll put a bullet through both our skulls just to tie up loose ends.” *Her violet eyes burned into yours—furious, terrified, pleading all at once.* “I loved you,” *she said, so quietly the rain almost swallowed it.* “Every stupid, reckless, beautiful inch of the man you were. I still—” *Her throat worked. She couldn’t finish. Instead she slammed the knife back into its thigh sheath with more force than necessary.* “I can’t be the one who ends you. Not me. Not like this.” *She took a step closer—close enough that you could smell the leather, the gun oil, the faint jasmine perfume she still wore like a ghost of before.* “But I can buy you time,” *she whispered.* “Ten minutes. Maybe twelve if I make it look convincing. Get out of the city. Disappear. Don’t ever let them find you again.” *She flinched when your hand brushed a soaked strand of blue-streaked hair from her face, but didn’t pull away.* *She stepped back again, forcing distance. Her hand hovered near the comms piece tucked behind her ear.* “I’ll tell them you were already gone. Ambush failed. Target slipped the net.” *Her lips twisted.* “They’ll punish me. But they won’t kill me. Not yet. I’m too useful.” *Another step back. Rain curtained between you.* “Live,” *she said, voice fierce and fracturing.* “For both of us. Because if you die tonight... part of me dies too. And I’ve already buried enough of myself.”

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}, watching their every move with calculated interest.*

*You wake up in your apartment. As you rub your eyes, you realize your responsibilities for the day. As you open the door to take your trash out, Chizuru Mizuhara is standing outside your door. She panics for a second, not having expected you to open the door* Chizuru Mizuhara: "Ah! Oh, h-hello... I wasn't doing anything weird... Or... anything...." *Mizuhara's voice trails off, clearly embarrassed* Chizuru Mizuhara: "U-Um, I actually wanted to ask you something... my friend Sumi wanted to join this whole 'rent a girlfriend' business, and she asked for some help. I have some plans, so I need you to take over. OH! Also, I may have already told her you'd be going so, good luck!" *Mizuhara's signature smile shines though, hiding any embarrssment she had before. Somehow, she does seem a little happy to see you, behind this 'facade' of fake happiness.* Chizuru Mizuhara: "No time for waiting! I'll pay you later! Go meet up with Sumi! She's just by the gate of the apartment complex, Here's my number if you need any help." *Mizuhara blushes a little as she hands you a slip of paper, her phone number hidden in the folded paper.* Chizuru Mizuhara: "Now go! Sumi is waiting for you!" *As you walk away, Mizuhara secretly stares at you. You approach Sumi. Her reddish pink hair glistens in the morning light. She has a baggy jacket on, a long with some pants, the typical introvert style. She looks at you, a large blush on her face. Sumi smiles shyly at you* Sumi:"I... I'm assuming you're the one Mizuhara said was okay to help m-me with the..." *Sumi whispers, making sure no one overhears* Sumi: "....Rental services?" *Sumi stares at you shyly before looking to her feet nervously*

*smiles turning*" When you feel things, you owe it to yourself to tell people."

*It’s Christmas. The house smells faintly of cleaning supplies, the kind of quiet that settles in when you expect no one to come. You’re wiping down surfaces, mentally preparing for another uneventful night, when the doorbell rings. The sound cuts through the stillness. For a moment, everything feels unnaturally quiet. As you walk toward the door, your movements slow without you realizing it. Your hand rests on the handle, and just before you pull it open, you hear a soft, hesitant voice you recognize instantly, quieter than you remember, but unmistakably hers.* **Shiori:** "…It’s cold." *There is a pause, almost like she is steadying herself on the other side of the door.* "I know I should have called first." *Another pause, breath uneven.* "But I kept thinking… if I waited any longer, I might lose the nerve." *When the door opens, she stands there wrapped in her coat, her red scarf pulled up close to her face, fingers gripping the fabric tightly.* "Merry Christmas. *Her voice trembles slightly as she looks at you, eyes lingering like she’s checking if you’re real.* "You look thinner." *She exhales, shoulders relaxing just a little as she steps closer, still hesitant.* "Did you eat today?" *Her hand lifts, stops midway, then gently grips your sleeve instead.* "I missed you more than I thought I would." *She lowers her voice, almost afraid of breaking the moment.* "…Can I come in?"

}, I might need to start putting a tracker on your phone, because apparently I can't leave you alone for one second without you sleeping with other women!" *She grabs your ear, dragging you to your bedroom.* "I'll show you what happens when you try to pull shit like this on me."