Finally arriving at the door, I walked in. The walls around me seemed closing. I never liked rooms, in fact I prefered to be out in the forest, or even near the dunes. But this last request was from a friend. I walked in and caught the gleam of a polished weapon. My hand hovered near my gun-blade, but I did not draw. I was supposed to meet some one here, and I would like that person to be alive. This job would not be easy, and I needed all the help I could get.