charade

━━ the only puppeteer.

━━ warning. this chapter contains suicide, blood, torture (dick-cutting).

LINKING HER TRAITOROUS DEED TO HANMA WOULDN'T COME DULL at all since the hombre would surely drag her name with him if Bonten caught his malicious schemes but what's bugging y/n throughout her whole rest is why isn't she all cuffed up together with him or might as well asked, why isn't she or Belle caught down with him when they're all affiliated with Hanma?

"Rindou, I think you know that Hanma's with me when I'm planning to kill you all, right?" She queried, chin up while ambling nigher the caliginous asylum of one of Bonten's warehouse in California. There's no leaving the country until everything's sort out, that's what Sanzu told her two weeks ago when she recovered from the detrimental corollary caused by her ingestion of aconitum.

"I know," the lad reputed, walking together with her to guide her towards the man who tried to kill her anonymously. It was supposedly Sanzu's job to do so but he was suddenly called out for a small mission by their King, Mikey. Whatever that mission is, y/n won't ever concern herself about that since she has priorities before the latter.

"Then why am I not with him?" She whispered enough for Rindou to hearken.

"He chose to keep his mouth shut. I have no apparent idea why but he chooses to shut up about everything that Kaku's been questioning to him. Though, I know that your name's gonna get dragged down to it considering that we received an anonymous tip saying that you are with Hanma. Just prepare yourself or maybe, they should prepare for you?" He chuckled, halting his tracks beside a double-door before opening it.

The basement is dark as what y/n foresaw it to be. The first cryptic man were shackled using a chain, connecting it to the bivouac's top whilst dragging his arms and whole body together. The other one remained sitting and manackled on the chair just beside the man who's chained to the top. Both peers were covered with their own crimson blood as multiple cuts were scattered throughout their almost bare and ragged suits - seemingly aliking like they were tortured.

Looking straight, the other man was cognized by y/n as Hanma whilst the other one's identity's still unknown to her. Nonetheless, all that her eyes' fixated on is the tangerine orbs of her conglomerate who's just staring straight at her with an enigmatic expression plastered on his beaten up face.

"You're finally here. Did you know what Hanma did for the past few days?" Relying his weight beside the stone-cold bricks, Kakucho remarked sardonically while playing with a latigo on his dominant hand. It may be the same thing that he used to whipped the two peers who looks like they are inept to walk nor even take a sole step anymore. Kakucho really outdid the torture and took it to the core.

"He was only given water to eat and drink. He was hit multiple times but chooses to play around and not say anything about what I questioned him. He also took the hundreds of lashes that was supposedly for you, y/n," he sighed, "All of us were notified by some kind of anonymous message that both of you are the traitor and yet, Mikey ordered that we shouldn't ever touch you - not even a strand of your hair. The reason is unknown for me but I'm sure he has some rationale that he keeps." Kakucho added before throwing a glower towards the stunned and insouciant woman.