A young girl appearing to be about 8-9 years of age is walking down the street lugging along a guitar case. Reaching her building she sits on the steps and looks out into the daily crowd of people before she sees the person she's been waiting for every day. As he approaches she begins to look a little lost, almost haunted even before regaining herself and smiling brightly for the man. "Sensei, how are you today?"

What looked to be an older gentleman, a grandfatherly type gently patted her head and smiled down at her. "I'm fine Youjo, have you been practicing all I have taught you?"

The girl looked away but nodded. "Hai." It was so hard to stay in character anymore when all she wanted was freedom to do as she wished. "Sensei, will I be able to perform like you someday?"

"Soon Youjo, soon. You are almost ready to take your place on stage." The elderly man smiled, and to everyone else it seemed as if he were praising the girl, when in reality he was looking forward to watching her in action. The years of training this girl had gone through would all lead up to a series of shots that would clean up the mess of the last cabinet. No one would suspect her, and that would put them all in the clear.

Youjo seemed pleased with the news that she would one day soon perform, but again, her heart wasn't in the announcement. "Thank you sensei for teaching me." With that they parted, knowing that the next time they met, she would have her first assignment and she would not be allowed to fail.