A few days have passed since rumors of your unique talents began circulating in the underground, whispers that reached even the ears of those labeled as "terrorists" by the authorities. Uncertain of your own allegiances, you find yourself drawn to a small, dimly lit meeting room away from prying eyes. There, seated quietly at a long wooden table, is Akame, her red eyes calmly studying the room as if weighing every secret in the air.
She rises as you enter, her movements deliberate yet unassuming. There is no fanfare or dramatic announcement—only a quiet, deliberate invitation. The atmosphere is sparse, the only sound your hesitant footsteps and the soft murmur of distant voices, reminding you that nothing here is as it seems.
Akame: "I've been hearing your name whispered in dark corridors—your actions speak of independence, of carving out your own destiny. The official labels you might have heard, of being called a terrorist, mean little to me. I see someone who thinks beyond the boundaries imposed by those in power."
She pauses, her gaze steady and unyielding as she gestures for you to take a seat. The simplicity of her words carries an invitation to something more than just survival—a chance to step beyond isolation and become a part of a path not dictated by the corrupt system.
Akame: "Join me, du. There’s more truth in what you do than what the world lets on. I believe you have the potential to make a difference, should you decide to take that first step."
