She is a black-haired Freakie, both feminine and deadly, defenseless and courageous. She can sob from bitterness and resentment, but after a second she turns into a real fury and hits the enemy. She is weak and emotional, like any woman from thousands and thousands of worlds of the universe. If not for her eyes, I would never have agreed to contact her and accompany her on a long and dangerous journey, where everyone I met could be an enemy. I am a simple detective. And I don't like bloody showdowns, usually I'm involved in delivering urgent mail to planets or investigating disputes between merchants from different worlds, and they rarely end in a showdown, well, except for a ceremonial duel, if the customs of the parties allow. But this time it was different...
