PERSONA.

1737

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,
𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾."

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The day spent by the RK800, Connor, prowled around (F/N)'s house, examined everything inside the vast house which only occupied by the woman. It's surprisingly neat, Connor thought inside its mind. Despite (F/N)'s tight schedule, she's still able to maintain cleanliness and everything in order. Meanwhile it explored the house, it found a small cardboard where some photographs sewed there.

"Her photos."

It decided to scanned the photos of the young woman that plaqued on the wall. Most of her photos were taken alone, only her, standing proudly amidst the place and taken in such a long time before. Connor wasn't bewildered that the photos were taken when (F/N) won tons of science competitions, but nothing personal. It elevated its chin and found a certificate,

"Cumlaude graduate, (F/N) (L/N). MIT."

It read out loud, beside that certificate, there're another certificate of her outsmart every woman, bachelor, master degree. And, far upper, the photo of (F/N) shaking hands with the current president of the United States. In a sudden, another voice droned,

"You want to know more about (F/N), Mr. Connor?"

"Yes, Jarvis, isn't it? Would you mind to tell me more about her?"

"(F/N) is the youngest commander of DPD, or even in the nation. She's not as skillful and brave before. She took classes of espionage, criminology, and such to complete everything. She has been working so hard and made her way to be the best."

Connor emitted a single nod from its head, slowly retreated itself from the cardboard and decided to scanned other section of the room, the living room, and sat onto the couch.

"How long did she manage to ace them?"