A young woman came into the room, and sat by Lumina. "What is going on?" She asked quietly, her face hidden by a mask.
Lumina said, "There's an interesting bit of info that concerns some heavy artillery, a dead president, and me. Unfortunately, Blank has, once again, failed to provide what I sought after."
The young woman sighed and told her, "I don't understand why you put any faith in him."
"Because he signed a contract with his blood. And when someone is that devoted, you want to give them a fair amount of lenience. Well, I can see what good that has done me. My sentiments have held sway for far too long."