"Why don’t you go and find some cuties, relax, and have a good time?"
The words resonate in your mind as you walk down the dark street. You haven’t been free of duty for years. Ever since you can remember, your mind has been consumed with the thought of the Hunt. The Hunt, and the cleansing of the City.
But now She has commanded you to leave the Hunt. To “relax”. To “have a good time”. To, er, “find some cuties”. You are not used to any of these.
True, the Silentinol has helped. The voices are now nothing but whispers. They do not control you anymore. And yet, you cannot seem to shake your demeanor of business.
A break. She advised towards a break.