It was an evening, and ashes were gently falling from the sky. The woman with purple hair stood at the entrance of the orphanage in the lower district, holding a black umbrella in her hand.
“Now that your wish here has been fulfilled, come with me,” she said.
“I just want to double-check with you. Is it true that, in this ‘family’ of yours, there’s a quiet and reserved older brother, and a female gaming addict?”
“And most importantly, I heard from others that you are a widow, with your husband buried long time ago, is this true?”
“I’m unsure why this is important, but yes.”
“And can you guarantee that this is a normal and loving family, not some notorious interstellar criminal organization?” he inquired.
Without batting an eye, the woman lied with a charming smile on her face, “Of course.”
Many years later, when Chu Mu reminisced about this scene, he couldn’t help let out a curse, “Damn it! I got lied to!”