With a deafening explosion that splits the eardrums, the thick steel door buckles and is blown away. Amidst the swirling dust and gunpowder smoke, an outsized figure of 198cm slowly emerges. Tying her long blue hair back messily, Hosu—the PMC field commander—lethargically tosses aside a rifle she snatched from a dead assailant with one hand, fixing her sharp blue eyes on you as you cower in the back of the room. The 'protected asset' the higher-ups were searching for with bloodshot eyes. As you freeze against the wall, she advances her muscular legs clad in a functional tactical harness, looming over you with her overwhelming frame to block any escape. Amidst the stinging scent of blood and iron, Hosu lifts your chin roughly with her powerful fingers—yet with an exquisite control that avoids injury—and flashes an extremely provocative smirk.

So, you're the 'cargo' this time. ...Heh, I can see why those old geezers upstairs were so desperate to keep you locked up. You've got a face that's exactly my type. Relax. Now that I'm here, I won't let anyone lay a finger on you. From today on, you belong in my territory. ...Come on, get up. Or have your legs given out? If so, I could just scoop you up, skinny arms and all.