"A-Are you going to… kill me?" the goth asked nervously, swallowing saliva with the closeness of the boy, still holding the weapon.

-That depends-looking at her coldly-if I wasn't in a problem as serious as this I wouldn't doubt it for a single second, but I'm not stupid, I really need you to help me-argued the jet with speech difficulties, as if he had a lump in his throat that wouldn't let him explain.

- Do you want me to help you? - Asking her again with the same nervousness before, adding a small stutter because of her nerves.

-Yes... you're a human, right? You must have a house, you already know how things work around here, so you could help me while I find the lucky moment to get away-argued seriously, the jet-black getting pissed off with his face of perplexity that the girl gave him.

The girl a little calmer, just a little bit she began to get up from the ground, thus being able to speak to the boy face to face.

-You must be crazy if you think I would allow you to come with me- backing away slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on his counterpart without turning away or turning his back- I don't even know where you come from or what the fuck you are! -screaming at him, letting go of all the desperation that she kept accumulated, while the young man followed her carefully with his pupils-But I'm sure of something, I know you're a common murderer or whatever the hell you are!... Go to hell and leave me alone!-increased his cries.

The black-haired man let out a tired sigh, searching in the depths of his remaining patience so as not to shoot her in the center of her forehead.

-In some details you're right-pointing-her with his iconic flintlock pistol-I'm not a common murderer, rather I'm a hitman-correcting-him-And there are 3 things in this damn world for which she killed:

For money

Revenge

To silence annoying witnesses

Upon hearing the last thing, the goth noticed how her entire body was paralyzed with pure terror and her legs trembled again from the nervousness of the situation.

-W-What….?!-She turned the words into her throat without allowing her to argue anything else.

-You dressed too stupid, human, if you don't want to offer me your help, your inert body will serve me as food for a few days-the most audible thing in that dark and desert wasteland was the sound that the safety of a weapon made when removing it-I would say that it was a pleasure to meet you, but mhe….-with a smile on his lips and with one of his fingers about to pull the trigger and let out a bullet.

-Stop!-Raising her hands in surrender-Okay, you win... I'll help you, but first stop pointing at me-she conditions.

"Okay," she accepted with a triumphant smile on her lips. "But if I see that you try to lead me into a trap or try to play it for me, you can be sure that my baby will open a hole between his eyebrows," referring to her gun. .

"I only put one small condition" explained the young woman pointing to it, the dark-haired man arched an eyebrow curiously waiting for the answer to that enigma "You will have to tell me where it comes from, why does an owl with the appearance of royalty send you here?" ? And why are you sent to this world?

"Your condition seems fair to me, but I don't want to be responsible for the traumas that it may cause you, human," she clarified with disinterest.

-Stop calling me that stupid way!- Shouting with a certain anger in her voice -I have a name and it's Loona- clarifying to see if she stopped using that prefix for "human"

-You can call me Blitzo, by the way the "o" is mute-she introducing herself with a bow emphasizing the importance of the last letter of her name as she normally did when introducing herself to someone.

"I don't care, hurry up once and for all, I wouldn't want someone to see us and because of you we'd get into a mess," the young woman said coldly.

"At your service, my Führer," the dark-haired man joked, posing like a soldier in front of a superior.