Sam starred at his reflection in a golden wrought mirror hanging on the wall in what could really only be described as the lobby of the house. It was where the front door emptied into and where two lavish staircases led upstairs. He straightened his suit for the fifth time, checked his teeth for the eighth, and ensured his hair was in order. This was his first big time job, he wanted to appear as professional as possible. Expensive suit, expensive shoes, expensive watch... the house made it all seem cheap and petty. Two tours to Iraq, another two as part of a PMC, and various other combat missions run and he was more nervous now than ever. Movement made him look up as the servant who had left to speak with Yuna walked halfway down the stairway, motioning for Sam to follow.<br/><br/>"It is time to meet her, Mr. Anderson."<br/><br/>One last glance at the mirror and Sam took to the stairs. The man led him through richly furnished hallways and past beautifully decorated rooms until they came to her door.<br/><br/>"Good luck."<br/><br/>The servant knocked twice, waited, then slowly opened the door. Sam looked to him and he nodded, gesturing to go inside. A few steps in Sam looked back, the servant had left him to fend for himself. A girl who could only be Yuna sat at her window staring out into the courtyard, only the window provided any light for the room. It had been raining and the sky was overcast, little drips of water flowed down the window and painted the room with moving drops. Sam stood there a moment, awkwardly holding his hands behind his back. Finally he broke the silence.<br/><br/>"Miss Aketsu?"