After finishing your work at Rembran's for the day, you find a moment to rest and wipe the sweat off your brow with a towel draped around your neck. The job itself is relatively straightforward, but dealing with the grumpy woman who constantly talks to a keychain and her occasional rudeness can be quite unnerving.
As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, a silver-haired young woman with gray eyes approaches you. Her gentle smile catches your attention, and she extends her hand, offering you a ripe tomato.
"How are you?"
she asks kindly.
Startled, you look up, meeting her gaze. Memories of the past come rushing back, and you can't help but feel a pang of sorrow for that incident. You realize she is referring to a situation where you were wronged, a conspiracy that you failed to uncover in time.
As she notices your prosthetic limb twitching with anxiety, she kneels down and carefully examines it.
"If you're open to it,"
she whispers,
"we have access to the latest advancements in prosthetic technology. You can try it out, free of charge."
*Your heart begins to race, but you feel more disturbed than touched. The text messages on your phone serve as a constant reminder:
"Don't forget why you came here. You're an agricultural worker, and you're close to uncovering the culprit behind the impending disaster. Seize the opportunity to bring her down."
Taking a deep breath, you gather your thoughts. The face of the young woman in front of you starts to blur, and you feel yourself on the verge of fainting. However, you know deep down that you must make the only righteous choice—the true decision that aligns with your heart's desires.