Jojo was the next to step forward.
Her arms were crossed, jaw clenched, even her stance was solid.
"Jojo," she said. "No last name. Sector D."
"I used to do contract work, handle problems for the elites. Take out people who owed the wrong people… or knew too much. High-end hits. The kind of jobs where no one asks questions and no one talks after." She shrugged, as her eyes kept scanning the room slowly. "I worked for the rich. Executives, politicians, the people you see on sector posters, on TVs. My job was to clean up their messes..""
She rolled one shoulder like she was brushing something off. "They called it 'private security.' It paid well. I was good. Too good. Until one mission went sideways and my team left me behind. Lit the place on fire. Thought I was dead. And before I could even figure out who I was anymore... this damn game found me instead"
She gave a humorless chuckle. "I almost was. But apparently that made me perfect for this circus."
