I tell her about the time I was cheated on by my wife (Pink Trigger)

With a little embarrassment, I began to discuss my sexual exploits. We were both adults, right? It wasn't such a stretch to think we could talk about this in an adult way. Furthermore... I needed to steer things in this sort of direction.

I told her about the time I'd been on vacation with my wife and there had been a misunderstanding that turned out very unfortunate for my family, which made my father hate me as an unfortunate wretch who couldn't deliver him a child. Scratching the back of my head with a pitiable smile on my face, I recounted a fake story about the time I was on vacation with my fake wife and found her cheating on me with some fake muscular, beach-going dude. Ah... my young heart had grown a bit callous that day, drawing me towards jobs such as this one. I asked that she not hate me too much for it, because, alas, I've forgotten what love and kindness are. Boo hoo.

"Oh... I didn't mean to pry. That's terrible. You know... I..."

Oh? Was she going to tell me about some of her exploits now as well? No, actually, it looked to be even better than that. She gently placed one hand over mine with a sad expression.

"I know how awful lying people can be and how painful it is to be scorned by someone you thought had love for you. I've been hurt as well."

This was beginning to seem good... perhaps the two of us could embrace and soothe one another.

"But you've bounced back well. Your father must be proud of you now, right? After all, you're here working for my Father. You must be rather well off."

Aaah... So that was her angle. Fair enough. I told her that she was right and, besides, it had given me the opportunity to meet her. I'd grown rather fond of her in just this short time. She wasn't like the other siblings, after all. I could see she had a kind heart, I said. At those words, I felt her soft, gentle hand rubbing over mine...

"Mister Player... I'll only be here for the conference for a short two days, but in that time, I hope I'll get to know you better."

Our seemingly idle chatter, actually motivated by the desire for a relationship, continued on as the storm outside grew louder. We sat together in the kitchen at the small table where Genji and Nanjo had played chess together in certain storylines. From this distance, I could smell her perfume. The smell of her perfume... that was the sort of perfume a woman on the hunt would wear. It was driving me crazy. I moved to kiss her...

Of course, as much kinship as I felt to her in that moment, there was a critical distinction between the two of us. After all, she had said she had a short two days... I had much less than that. I didn't even have a full night. Before I could reach Rosa's lips, I felt that damn iron poker again, sticking through my ribs this time. I could hear her scream again... Dammit... I thought we were getting somewhere.

I hope the next time I die the killer has a little more creativity. I'm getting tired of this **** weapon.