"You cut your hand moving around a piece of scrap like an idiot?" Heisenberg crossed his arms and raised a brow. Y/n chewed on her inner cheek as she nodded. Though, the last part was his words, not hers. He leaned forward and pulled off his glasses, giving her a rare opportunity to see his face.
Heisenberg had several faint scars. The look on his face seemed thoughtful, as if he was lost in thought. His dulled emerald eyes moved along her palm.
He observed her wounds at a distance, not laying a hand on her. His brows furrowed downward, and Y/n wondered if he knew she had lied to him.
She held her breath, and her heart rattled in her chest. Y/n focused on her hand, trying to keep her body steady. Meanwhile, inside, a storm raged. Her nerves were on high alert as she mentally pleaded to herself, chanting one thought. Please don't notice.
Waiting for his conclusion made the seconds pass at a slow crawl. As she did so, Y/n's pleading shifted to harsh cursing at herself for getting into this mess. It was only natural that she'd try grabbing something with her dominant hand, and accidentally giving Heisenberg a quick glimpse of her cuts. Still, it was a miracle he had gone this long without seeing the wound.
Heisenberg stood up straight. His eyes once again concealed by his glasses. "Well, it's just about healed. I guess it's none of my business. Quit playing in the scrap."
And with that, he left the living quarters. Over the past two weeks, Y/n had gathered information. However, she wasn't sure how much of it was useful.
Heisenberg was more routine than she initially thought. He spent days on end, deep into the factory, only coming up to the ground level to sleep. Though, he never disclosed to Y/n what he does down there. In the same vein, he seemed to not know what she does all day, thankfully.
At first, he would periodically come up to see her, offering her food or to check in on what she was doing. Nowadays, he didn't bother visiting her. Y/n guessed the newness of her presence has worn off.
He could find her anywhere from a random room to outside. After all this time, he had said nothing about it. Y/n felt she genuinely had the freedom to roam his factory. Nevertheless, she always kept to the ground level.
Heisenberg never forbade her from descending deeper into the factory. He strongly suggested that she wasn't ready for his projects. Still, there was one place she could not go. Outside.
Time and time again, he repeated that Y/n was free to leave the factory whenever she wished. However, that freedom came with one stipulation. Once she left on her own will, she was to fend for herself. He would not allow her back in. Heisenberg stressed if a lycan or another lord stumbled on her. The moment she passed through his gates, her fate wasn't any of his concern.
Y/n held out the map, she tilted her head to the side as her gaze moved up. A red circle outlined a stronghold she had heard about. If Heisenberg was to be trusted, many of the lycans hang out there while the others stalked in the woods. Is it really that close to the factory? Shouldn't I be able to see it from here?
She tucked away the map and walked around the factory's perimeter. Y/n spoke as if she were calling a dog. "Here, lycan."
Her calls didn't get a response. Aside from the foliage swaying in the breeze, the forest appeared quiet. Y/n's fingers curled along the tie wire as she looked out, searching for any unusual movements. She wondered if Heisenberg had lied to her and the lycans don't hang out near the factory. Perhaps it was too early in the day. The thought made her anxious, but she knew she was going to have to investigate the perimeter at night.
A gentle wind moved stray leaves, and Y/n's gaze followed. Windmills stood in the distance. Her heart sunk. Compared to Heisenberg, Moreau didn't seem dangerous. Odd and monstrous, but not violent. She tried to convince herself that their fate was like hers. The only reason why they haven't come here yet is because of the lycans. That has to be it. There's no way Moreau can overpower four of them. There just is no way.

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Fiksi PenggemarMusician from America, y/n, is struggling to find her muse and create more music. She tags along with her friends to backpack in the Romanian countryside, hoping to find inspiration for her next composition. They discover a castle looming in a dark...