hoooooonk, mimimimimi...
hm?
Ah, begging your pardons. All of my sleuthing in the last moon has left me a bit drained.
Well, the cat's out of the bag, so I needn't hide it any longer. I introduced myself to you all as Nashu Mhakaracca, inspector extraordinaire('s assistant) and seeker of information, but in fact, I am...still those things! However, I also have a special assignment.
I am a Crimson Hunter, and I am almost out of a job. Do you people have any idea how long I've trained, levelled my combat skills, reviewed the Nadare Incident...just to watch as my marks drop dead like common tree slugs?
I mean...what's even my purpose here?! Am I just insurance? Did we forget to level sync this duty? At the very least, I thought I might meet with my idol, but "she" died immediately and oozed black goo from every orifice. I can taste my lunch coming back up just thinking about it...
Well, I suppose I ought to rejoice. The foes concealed in our midst will soon be vanquished, and we may turn our attention to the true threat manipulating us from the shadows. But let us not count our chocobos before they're hatched; one interloper yet remains. One more opportunity to employ the secret weapon entrusted to me by the Bureau.
Piss your britches, evildoer! You're cornered, and you'll be joining your friends ere long. Villains can't escape from justice...or my gun!
(...Do I look cool, 23? I'm a hunter too! ☆)