Does it matter?

Prologue

After Colony 199, AC 199

All he could see was rain… His vision was blurring, and he felt the rain falling on the sky and drenching him. He dragged his feet and walked along the empty and dark street. There were few cars speeding on the wet road. After all, it was already past midnight. It wasn't likely to find a hospital in the middle of nowhere.

He looked up at the dark sky… Rain fell into his eyes. All he cared about was to get medical help. He just finished his latest mission. And? The ship blew apart; he was injured in the process. From what he remembered, he had fallen into the sea. There were no survivors on the ship; all that was left was piles of ashes. It was the last plan those goons have, blow away their own evidence as well as themselves. They must have caused a major oil spill in the sea.

He had lost consciousness. When he woke up, he was washed ashore. His cell phone was not in working condition. He should invent a phone that's 100 waterproof. There was no sign of any sort to tell him where he was. Working as a Preventer was hard, but without any technology, he's as good as being trapped on a remote island. He sat down on a bench by the roadside. He noticed the blood trails that he had left.

He touched his own arm; the bullet had shot right through it. And now, he only had a gun with 3 more shots. Well, it was more than enough… He watched the lights flicker on and off. He did not have any dry cash to use. Well, looks like he has to spend the night on a bench…

Then, he heard the sound of footsteps, he turned in that direction. He saw a figure walking. The person was holding onto an umbrella. He was so tired that he did not care. Not that anyone would want to rob him, he had no money left. He had no idea now many days have past since that explosion on the ship. He felt tired, his eyelids were heavy… Yet he forced himself to open his eyes. There was no time to rest.

Then, he noticed a pair of 3 inches tall high heel shoes. They were strapped shoes, white and well-polish leather. And they stopped right in front of him. He looked up, trying to see who was the owner of those shoes.

He found himself staring up at a lady. She was sheltering him from the rain with her umbrella. He could see it; there was pity in her eyes. It was something that he hated to see. He didn't need anyone to pity him… not even if he was in a bad state.

Then, the lady smiled at him… For once, he felt like he was dreaming…

Who is she?