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If memory served correctly, the servant was always living out by the gate, in charge of sending and receiving letters. The only time she would limp into the house was to deliver the mail to her masters.

She would always tiptoe across the carpet, so as to not make too loud a noise.

'Another gang vendetta. Your uncle upset them. I'm about to head off... Do you have anywhere to go?'

'D-Did you kill all these bad guys?'

'If I didn't, you and I would both be dead.'

'Why didn't you save them when it all started?'

'I thought they were here for me... With this body of mine, I need to wait for them to get close before I can do anything.'

'You're scary... but also amazing. C-Can I go with you?'

'Do you want revenge? For your uncle? You weren't that close to him. And I remember that the one who sent you here wanted you to live a peaceful life... Well, I suppose that's not happening anymore.'

'Lyudmila, do you know what it means to be my student?'

'I've become decrepit and weak now. Are you still willing to be my student, and my tool?'

'We will both regret it, ragazza.'

'I won't. All you need to do is teach me. Teach me how to hold a knife, how to get my revenge. I won't regret it!'

'A knife? No, you're not ready for a knife just yet.'

'First, learn how to light a fire. Burn down this house and everything in it, so that nobody can find us.'

'Fire hides everything, Lyudmila.'

She chose to deal with her master's corpse using the very first trick she taught her.

But now what?

After leaving Reunion, she spent two years making her way back to Siracusa, all to lose the last home she could return to in barely a day...

The fire is extinguished, and the morning breeze blows away the last of the ashes. There is no trace of it left in the wilderness.

Where should you go next, Lyudmila?

I want... revenge.

Found you.

Hmm? Were you looking for me?

It's not hard finding a killer from the outside in this city.

You stand out. A lot.

Don't block my way.

Don't you dare think of running!

Hmph.

Before we start, I've got a question for you. Why?

My master never mentioned an enemy like you. Why would someone hanging out with Kal'tsit know her?

The true wolf... must die.

These are the rules of the game.

What game?! What the hell are you talking about?!

I don't care who you are... You killed the last of my family, so I'll make you pay.

You're too weak. You can't beat me.

Don't underestimate me!

You just managed to get a sneak attack off last time! Don't think you managed to scare me!

...You're in my way.

Stop following me.

Get... Get back here!

I'm not letting you go...

Cazzo...!

An unfamiliar city... Unfamiliar food...

It's strange, but it's fine.

You've got quick reflexes, I'll give you that.

...It's you again.

Like I said, I'll make you pay.

Don't even think of escaping. Either kill me, or be killed by me. There's only two ways out of this.

(Bares teeth in irritation)

Angry?

Good, show me what you've really got—

Hey! HEY!

I don't care what famiglie you ragazze are with, you wanna fight, do it outside!

There's a bad smell, and strange sounds.

...Danger.

That strange person...

You... How much longer are you going to follow me?

I told you already. Until I kill you, or you kill me.

You've tried lots of times. You can't kill me.

And now you're tired.

Then... kill me... already.

The exhausted Reproba collapses onto the ground. Before she falls unconscious, she grabs on tight onto the red-clad Lupo's pants.

You... look really pathetic.

Hey, hey! What happened? You alright?

Get back here... Don't go...

*sigh* My truck broke down, couldn't go even if I wanted to.

Why're you lying down here? Are you hurt? Got anyone I can call?

No... None...

What did you say? Can't understand a word of that mumbling... Lemme get that mask off you, let you breathe a bit easier—

Oh, wow... There's crystals in your mouth. That's a pretty serious infection...

A homeless Infected, huh. *sigh* What am I to do with you?

Man, the first time I decide to run a long-haul job for the association and this happens...

Guess we're both out of luck.

(The Unlucky)

What's going on here, Sommer?

I dunno either! I was just driving my truck when the engine blew a gasket, then I noticed this kid lying down by the road. Scared the hell out of me! Thought I hit her.

She fainted out in the wilds on her lonesome, kept saying she was looking for someone in a red hoodie.

I couldn't just leave her out there, so I brought her back here...

Looking for me? I've got no idea who she is, though.

Seems like an unlucky loner to me. Think we can let her stay in our camp? Considering how busy we've been lately, having another pair of hands would be nice.

You know every member of the association has to go through a strict background check, Sommer.

An Infecte—person of unknown origin like her... What if she has something to do with the famiglie?

*sigh*...

The doctor said her condition's stable, so once she's up, send her on her way.

A-Alright then.

This ragazza sfortunata sure is holding that knife of hers real tight. Someone might get hurt. Let's get that off her—

Don't touch me!

You're awake.

You—!

Lyudmila looks at the woman standing in front of her, and gives her bleary eyes a good knead or two.

Sorry... Where am I?

Nuova Volsinii's Truckers' Union.

Oh, so you saved me... Thanks.

Don't mention it. Our members aren't the type to leave an unconscious girl to fend for herself in the wilds. But now that you're awake, we can't help you much further than that.

We'll give you something to eat, but you'll have to go after you're done. See her fed, Sommer.

Thanks for the help. I'll be going, then.

No need to rush, youngster.

I wanted to ask you something, just to be safe... You're not with a famiglia, are you?

...It's been many, many years since I last heard that word.