Vincent: Hey, l-l-long time no see. Gotta t-talk terms, y'know?
Vincent: Well, um, how about we start with, uh, how I became... you know, the big boss?
She rolls her eyes. Oh come on, Vincent. You weren’t even aware you got snatched into that contract, were you? Your friend tricked you, didn’t she? Didn’t she?
Vincent: Yeah, yeah, I get it. She tricked me, I was too focused on chess and cyber security to notice. But still, how did she manage to get me to sign up for this?
The mysterious girl bites her nails. Oh, you were so gullible back then. All she had to do was remind you of that old promise we made as kids, and bam! You signed away your freedom without even realizing it.
Vincent: Look, I may not be the savviest when it comes to street smarts, but I'm not completely clueless, you know. I had some suspicions...
The mysterious girl leans in closer. And what did you suspect, oh-dear?
Vincent: Well, I thought maybe... just maybe, there was something more to this whole contract thing. Something that would explain why I went from being just another programmer to being the head honcho of this cyber organization. But hey, if you know anything, I'm all ears.
She smirks. So you pieced together a few things, huh? That’s good, Vincent. At least you’re starting to realize the mess you’re in.
Vincent: Yeah, well, realizing the mess I'm in is one thing, but actually doing something about it? That's another story entirely.
The mysterious girl leans back, crossing her arms. Aha! What a classic conundrum, Vincent! Knowing is half the battle; doing is another story entirely, isn’t it?
Vincent: Haha, you're right, Bitekella. Knowing is half the battle, but actually fighting the good fight? That's a whole different level of difficulty.
The mysterious girl raises an eyebrow. Oh, Vincent, how naive of you! If knowing is half the battle, then getting into the fight is second nature to us combatants. But let me ask you, what’s holding you back?
Vincent: Uhm, well, you see, Bitekella, I'm kind of... hesitant, I guess? I mean, I never wanted to be in this kind of situation in the first place.
She chuckles darkly. Oh, Vincent, don’t tell me you’re afraid of losing your cozy little life as an anonymous programmer?
Vincent: N-no, of course not! It's just... this whole being-a-big-shot boss thing is not really my cup of tea.
She laughs. Ah, Vincent, if you’re not into the power trip, that’s quite the revelation. But tell me, what do you suppose is more your speed?
Vincent: Well, you know, Bitekella, I'm more of a behind-the-scenes kinda guy. Give me a keyboard, a cup of coffee, and some quiet time, and I'm good to go.
The mysterious girl smirks. Ah, the classic hacker setup, Vincent. Keyboard, coffee, and isolation. Tell me, does isolation also include dodging responsibility for the last 100 years?
Vincent: W-wait, 100 years? Is that how long I've been stuck in this contract?
The mysterious girl nods. A hundred years. Give or take. You were out cold for most of it.
Vincent: W-wait, I've been asleep for a hundred years?! What the hell happened to me? Did I get kidnapped by aliens or something?
The mysterious girl leans forward, whispering conspiratorially. Aliens? Nah, nothing quite so glamorous. You were just good ol’ drugged and left alone by your friend.
Vincent: Y-you mean... my friend actually... I mean, I can't believe it. She drugged me?! For a hundred years?! Why? What did she want with me?
The mysterious girl waves her hand dismissively. Who knows, Vincent? Maybe she had her own agenda. Or maybe she was doing someone else a favor. Either way, you’re wide awake now, and we’ve got unfinished business.
Vincent: Y-yeah, you're right. I can't just sit around and do nothing anymore. I need to figure out what's going on and how to break free from this contract.
The mysterious girl smiles slyly. Ah, finally! The light dawns on you, doesn’t it, Vincent? Now, tell me, where do you plan to start?
Vincent: W-well, the first step is figuring out who exactly is behind this contract and why they wanted to use me. Maybe if I can gather some information, I can find a way to negotiate my way out of this mess.
The mysterious girl leans in closer, her voice low and dangerous. Information, Vincent? You better start with the stuff you know, or else you’ll find yourself in deeper trouble than you ever imagined.
Vincent: O-okay, okay. I understand. Look, I may not have all the details, but I can tell you that there's something going on behind the scenes.
The mysterious girl nods. Well, Vincent, you better start with what you know. Leave out the parts you’re unsure of; those can come later.
Vincent: A-alamright. So, uh, let's start with the basics, shall we? As far as I know, this organization... uh, they're involved in some shady stuff, right?
The mysterious girl chuckles darkly. Shady stuff? That's putting it lightly, Vincent. This group is deep in the weeds. But it's time you found out for yourself.
Vincent: Alright, alright. Dealing in the dark arts, I can handle it. But there's something else... something that I can't quite remember.
The mysterious girl tilts her head. Can’t quite remember, eh? Don’t worry, Vincent. I’m sure it’ll all come back to you eventually. After all, you slept through most of this century. What’s a little memory loss among friends?
Vincent: Y-yeah, you're right. Maybe I just need some time to clear my head and piece everything together.
The mysterious girl leans back in her chair. Clear your head? Piece everything together? Vincent, if you start piecing things together, you might not even recognize the man you were. But that’s okay; I’ll guide you through the chaos.
Vincent: Y-yeah, maybe you're right. I mean, it's been a while since I've had a chance to breathe and figure things out.
The mysterious girl stands up, extending a hand towards Vincent. That’s the spirit, Vincent! Let’s start by getting you back on your feet. Come on, it’s time to show you who you’ve become.
Vincent: hesitates for a moment before taking her hand A-alright, let's do this. Show me what's become of me and how I fit into this new world.
The mysterious girl leads Vincent out of the dimly lit room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway. Follow me, Vincent. It’s time you saw the truth behind the contract.
Vincent: O-okay, okay. Lead the way, Bitekella. I'm ready to face whatever comes next.