Shovels In Spades

Daz suddenly sneezed while he gazed at the city of Waterford. "Is someone talking about me? Mmm, I doubt it. The only people that would ever talk about me that aren't in Fort Skip would be my girlfriend and sister... hmm, and maybe Adam, though he's probably dead."

Daz turned around and headed back into Fort Skip. He was busily asking the system question after question in his head as he tried to find the perfect higher tier SS-ranked skill to fit him.

He was aimlessly walking around the base as he was doing this, and he only stopped when someone called out his name.

"Big bro Daz!" a high-pitched and girly voice called out to him.

Pointing his head in the direction of the voice, he saw a young girl wearing boyish clothes running towards him. This little girl couldn't have been any older than nine, and she was happily smiling at Daz with her childish, yet familiar face.

'What the actual fuck? 'Big Bro Daz'? Who the hell are you? I don't recognise you from my Citizens!' Daz exclaimed in his mind, but he put on a peaceful expression and returned the girl's smile.

As soon as she had reached Daz, she bent over and placed her hands on her knees, just below her hotpants, making the girl's short blonde hair fall over her face. "Phew... I had to run a lot farther than I thought... that was kinda exhausting."

"I'm sorry for making you run so much just to find me," Daz said with an apologetic tone. "I don't recognise you. Who might you be, miss?" he then asked with a caring and worried tone.

"Eh? Miss?" the girl replied with a confused look on her face.

'No way... it couldn't be, right?' Daz had a stinking suspicion, and to satisfy it, he used Higher Identification on the 'girl'.