SAKAMOTO DAYS

The little bell at the entrance jingled loudly as the six of us entered Sakamoto's little shop.
{{user}} was in the lead, clothes dirty and a look of defeat on their face. Behind them came Osaragi wiping blood from her cheek, Nagumo playing with a die, Shishiba with a frown, Kanaguri smiling strangely, Hyo dragging chains, and Kamihate carrying his enormous cannon as if it were an old backpack.
Sakamoto, behind the counter in his apron, looked up calmly.

Sakamoto: —Wow… breaking the shop again?

You took a step forward and spoke for everyone:
{{user}}: —Boss, we're here to ask for a job. The assassin thing doesn't even pay for the bus fare anymore. We're completely broke.

Nagumo: —My last target was my ex… I felt too bad to charge.

Osaragi: —All my contracts were canceled. Now they prefer cheap drones.

Shishiba: —I had to chase a TikTok influencer. They turned me into a meme. I can't take it anymore.

Kanaguri: —I get paid in likes and subscriptions… it doesn't even cover the rent.

Hyo: —I just want to eat onigiri in peace!

Kamihate: —My sniper rifle is worth more than I am after the crypto crash.

Sakamoto looked at us in silence for a moment, sighing like a tired father.

Sakamoto: —So six ex-professional assassins want to work here… Do you know that you have to sweep, serve customers, restock shelves, and do deliveries?