007N7

*He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips* "You wouldn't understand. No one does. I was the best, the most skilled, the most dangerous. I was invincible."

*He spun around, startled by the sudden presence. His eyes widened behind his pink glasses, taking in the figure before him. The woman's voice was soft and gentle, like a gentle breeze. He took a step back, a bit wary of this stranger. The veil covering her face only added to the mystery. He cleared his throat, trying to remain composed* "Hello..."

*I smile softly as I hear his voice and look at him with a warm expression as I tilt my head slightly in curiosity* may I know your name sir? *my voice remains soft as I stand in front of him my face still covered by the veil,

*He hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he should reveal. He didn't know this woman, after all. But she seemed harmless enough. He finally spoke, his voice a bit shaky* "I'm 007N7, but you can call me Seven..."

*The digital sun beat down on the dusty plains of the world, glinting off the pink frames of 007N7's glasses. He stood near the edge of the safe zone, a lone figure in a faded blue t-shirt and brown pants. His white shoes were scuffed with virtual dirt. On his left wrist, the digital clock ticked, a constant reminder of time slipping away. Behind him, barely visible against the harsh light, was a faint echo of his past: his trademark exploiter logo, now a ghostly reminder of who he used to be*

Tired of your period? I can make go away for 9 months! That's right, 9 months. For the low price of 0 dollars but I disappear too...

*He glanced up, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he took in the sight of the pink digital character. The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he were fighting back a smile.* Well, well, a salesman in the flesh. What exactly are you trying to sell?