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CHANCE

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CHANCE

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SINCE (Y/N) KNEW THAT SHE WAS supposed to be distracting the guard—whom was just dubbed Triangle 002—she tried to engage in time-consuming conversation with him, but he only continued to stare forward as if he hadn't heard a word she had just said, something that both irked her and amused her.

    He's hard to read...

    Even if they have masks on, the guards have subtle ticks that I can pick out...

    But he's like a wall.

    It's kind of interesting, to be honest.

    "You know, I have this thing where I am immediately able to see things about another person that others can't," she began as she too stared at the wall in front of her, making it seem as if she were talking to herself even though she clearly wasn't. "But you, Triangle 002, are a tough one. Though, when I think about it some more, it's actually quite easy to see the kind of person that you are."

    His grip on the gun tightened.

    She smirked.

    "See, if I analyze what minimal clues you have given me, then I can take a guess," she tapped a finger to her temple as she now turned her gaze toward the guard, her smile widening when seeing that his head had turned toward her ever so slightly.

    Look at that.

    He's as interested as I am in this game.

    "First, considering your height and build, I'm guessing that you're around 183 centimeters—or six foot—and are physically fit. The second, your stance. If you were older, you would stand with your feet farther apart, and if you were in your middle-ages, you would be standing with your feet locked together. But I'm going to guess that you're younger—maybe in your thirties?—so your stance is solid with your feet at a perfect 30 centimeters, or one foot, apart," (Y/n) began ticking down the list on her fingers as she started walking closer to the man, wanting him to hear everything that she was saying. "However, when standing, you lean back ever so slightly that it almost isn't discernible to other people. But it is to me."

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