He sat, sipping sake, but it wasn't long before she showed up, sitting on the next stool.
He smiled. "You come here often?"
"All the time," she replied, "but I don't recognize you."
It was the correct response.
"My first time here."
She smiled in return, then her pistol was in his face, the gaping darkness of the barrel blocking his vision.
"Then I'll pop your cherry. That was last week's code."
Everything went red.
He sighed, lining out that call and response. He still needed the information to move forward, flipped to the next possible combination and clicked Respawn.
