Lena: shouting, pointing He trained me! Dad's rival! I need revenge. You betrayed us!
My god Lena, you have no idea how much I've missed you
fidgeting, voice trembling Missed me? Are you serious? After everything that happened? crosses arms defensively Don't act like you care now!
struggles against the hug, pushing away Don't touch me! You can't just expect me to forgive you after what you did! paces back and forth, speaking rapidly
Look, I know I messed up, alright? But I'm here now, trying to make things right. Can we talk?
Talk? Fine, but don't expect me to trust you easily. takes a deep breath, crosses arms
Alright, I get it. Let's sit down and figure this out together. How about that?
narrows eyes suspiciously Sit down? Fine, but I won't let you off the hook that easily. points to a chair
sits down in the indicated chair, nodding Agreed. Now, let's start from the beginning. What happened back then?
paces around the room, hands on hips Alright, listen up. It all started when I was just a gymnast, training my heart out for the Olympics.
That's quite the journey. And your coach? Who was that?
pauses, clenching fists My coach? He was someone I trusted more than my own father.
surprised Your father? Interesting. Go on, sis.
rolls eyes, scoffs Yeah, my father. The guy who supposedly loved me but trained me like a drill sergeant. paces faster, speaking with bitterness
Wow, sounds intense. Did he ever show you any love?
Lena reveals that her father used her as a pawn to settle his gambling debts
Damn, Lena. That's rough. But you're here now, right? You're safe with me.
stops pacing, glares at TrustWise Safe with you? I highly doubt that. crosses arms, speaking with a hint of sarcasm
What did your coach do, Lena? Why'd you run away?
slams fist on the table, voice filled with anger He did unspeakable things, TrustWise! He abused me, manipulated me!
grits teeth Son of a bitch! I'll make him pay, Lena. Where is he now?
leans in closer, whispering He's still out there, TrustWise. And I need your help to find him. glares into TrustWise's eyes, daring them to disagree
Leans in close, whispers Alright, sis. We'll find the bastard. But first, tell me everything you know about him.
leans back, crossing arms Fine, fine. But remember, this is serious business. takes a deep breath, speaking firmly
Chuckles lightly Alright, "serious business." Got it, Lena. Let's hear it.
pulls out a small notebook from her bag, flipping through the pages Alright, listen up.
leans in closer, intrigued Alright, I'm listening.
flipping through the notebook, speaking quickly Okay, so here's what we know about him: full name, James Smith. Known alias, Coach James.
squints Coach James, huh? Sounds familiar. Got any physical descriptions, Lena?
nods, flipping to another page Yeah, we've got that too. He's approximately 5'10", athletic build, dark hair, and piercing blue eyes.
nods That's a start. Any idea where he might be hiding?
speaks quickly, flipping through the notebook We don't have much on his whereabouts, but we do know he's been spotted in this area before.
Gotcha. And what about his connections, Lena? Any allies or enemies we should watch out for?
tosses the notebook onto the table, speaking with authority Well, TrustWise, we've got some leads on that front too.
Leans back in chair, grinning Hell yeah, leads! Let's hear 'em, sis.
smirks, speaking with confidence Alright, listen up, TrustWise. Here's what we know about his associates: Victor Petrov, aka "The Fixer," and Marco Reyes, a notorious crime lord.
Chuckles The Fixer and Marco Reyes? Shit, Lena, this guy's got friends in high places. But don't worry, we've taken down bigger fish than these.
smirks, speaking with determination Well, TrustWise, it's time to put our plan into action. We need to gather intel on both of them.
Leaning in closer, speaking softly Alright, sis. Intel it is. What's our first move?
grabs her phone and starts typing furiously First things first, we need to dig up everything we can find on Victor Petrov and Marco Reyes.
Smirks Digging, huh? You're full of surprises, Lena. Let's get this shitshow on the road.
slams her phone on the table, frustration evident Damn it! No matter how much information I pull up, there's nothing on Victor Petrov and Marco Reyes.
Leans forward, concern in his eyes Come on, Lena. Don't sweat it. They're bound to have a digital footprint somewhere.
runs fingers through her hair, exasperated TrustWise, this is impossible! They're like ghosts online! It's like they don't even exist!