Xiao Mao. It basically means 'small cat'. Faye was a nickname I've often used despite my real name being Sabrina. Due to my petite frame, my delmo friends would tend to playfully tease me for being small, due to my attitude I was often described as 'catty', and I was also known for having 'catlike' reflexes. Because of this it only made sense for my new name on my fake ID to be 'Faye Xiao Mao' after the Delmogeny fell. Obviously 'Sabrina Li' would be known as a wanted terrorist, but Faye Xiao Mao? Just a normal young woman, right? With my new name I thought I could start a new life free of the repercussions of the incident. Of course it isn't actually that simple though. I should just start from the beginning...
Plenty of lesser delmos could turn themselves in and be faced with at least somewhat lenient sentences, but not me. I needed a new identity since I sort of committed a pretty radical crime. I commanded a team of other blue delmos to sink a boat filled with Aika Sumeragi's friends by shooting a ton of RPGs at it. Yeah, I know. It sounds pretty bad when I put it so bluntly like that, but even now I don't regret it. I was the delmo who succeeded in my mission. Sure, I was knocked unconscious along with the rest of my comrades in the end, and my head hurt like hell for days, but that wasn't my fault. I never signed up to fight Aika. That was a job for the golden delmos. They're the one's who failed, but nope. They get all the credit for being the best and poor blue delmos like me get nothing. It's a mid point. I've never been highly ranked enough to get any real respect, but not ranked low enough to get a light prison sentence. Even worse, some of the others even blamed me
for our failure at the end of it all. The gist of it? My life was going nowhere and I had no clue what I was supposed to do other than get a job and get my shit together, so of course that is what I did.
I took several job interviews and they all went nowhere. No one wanted to hire an entirely average girl with no experience when there were plenty of more experienced and more talented people out there. I got desperate. What was something I was good at? I needed something I could do better than anyone else. The best conclusion I could come to was to get some sort of job revolving around my looks. It still wasn't something I did the best though. I wasn't the most beautiful delmo. I would have to give that honor to someone like the white delmo leader, the golden delmo Bianca, or the black delmo Maxine Anderson. I wasn't even the cutest delmo. That had to be either Rie Petoriyacowa, her sister Ayami, or Daisy Dostoyevski. Even still, I have to admit that my looks are above average. I still didn't quite feel comfortable becoming a stripper or prostitute though, so the next best thing was one of those restaurants with the theme of having girls in skimpy outfits. There was one nearby, but even then I wasn't good enough. My somewhat modest bust size just wasn't what they were looking for, but I still did get something important out of that job interview. I got a life changing recommendation from the manager. "Why don't you try a maid café? There's this one called The Great Escape in town," he said. So I heeded that suggestion.
The owner of The Great Escape was a strange man. In fact, when I first saw the guy I was almost afraid that he might be some sort of psychopathic serial killer or something, but I've since learned to never judge a book by it's cover. His name was Kenshiro Ito, and while he wore what looked to be fancy expensive outfits at first glance, they were always wrinkled, torn, stained, or imperfect in some other way. Every suit he owns has at least one imperfection. Not only that but he looked as if he hadn't brushed his hair for weeks. I honestly thought of sneaking out when he went to the back room and told me to wait after the job interview since I sort of feared for my life. Mere paranoia I know, but that did
seem like a creepy thing to do. Apparently my need for a job outweighed my will to survive, because I chose to stay and await the owner's return.
Eventually Kenshiro returned, though he took a lot longer than I had expected, and he was glaring at me. At that point it seemed I definitely wasn't getting the job. "I've double and triple checked my information, and my conclusion comes out the same each time. Answer me honestly; Who are you?"
"W-What do you you mean?" I asked, "I'm... Faye Xiao Mao. You already know that, sir."
"I said to tell me honestly."
"I really don't know what you mean."
"You know exactly what I mean, Sabrina Li."
"H-how do you-?"
"Let's just say I know my fair share about criminals, sweety. Now-"
"Please! Mister, please don't turn me in. Just let me go free and I won't ever bother you again. I... I'm begging you, sir. If you turn me in to the police, they'll never let me out! I'll never get a chance in life... I'll do anything you ask of me if you'll look the the other way, okay?!" At that point I was on my knees and begging. Pleading. I thought my life was over. Arrested because I was caught by a screwball of a café owner. How pathetic my life had became.
"I-! -Wait... What?"
"If you're willing to better yourself, yes. I want you on the Great Escape team."
"Sniff... You really mean that?" He simply smiled and nodded, I responded by running up and hugging him. I was awestruck. "Thank you sir! Thank you so much..."
"Sir isn't necessary. Call me Ken. Just Ken is fine."