𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐛.𝐬.𝐝.

[𝟎𝟎] 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

To take such a risk for the sake of all ability users, it was clear that the mission was a death sentence.

You voluntarily threw yourself to the wolves— well, rats.

Standing in front of the mastermind himself may have been intimidating to others, an unknown fear of dread creeping up their spine with a bitter aftertaste in their mouth for what was to come. But you stood tall, a determined grimace on your face as the man spoke.

"It has come to my attention that you are not who you say you are," His European accent is less than subtle.

Your eyes fall into a lidded stare, knowing that this was the end of your mission and though you gathered barely any information, it was more than enough to get you farther than anyone else could if they had been in your place. You sigh dramatically, hands stuffing into your pocket, "Well, you caught me, that's a bummer."

He gives you a quizzical stare, intrigued by your nonchalant reaction, "Perhaps you do not understand the severity of your consequences for your deceit and disloyalty to me."

You shrug, "Perhaps you don't know as much about me as you lead on."

"I've heard enough to know that death does not welcome you as he does so kindly to others," He hums, watching you slightly shift in your stance at the revealed information. "Which is why I cannot let you leave, nor may you have the ability to snuff yourself out as I have called in reinforcements to keep you under a watchful eye until I figure out what to do with you."

You snap your fingers in false disappointment, "Ah, you've got me. But not quite," A weak giggle slips through your lips, "I've already foreseen this predicament and taken it into my own hands," You feel your heart fall to a lull, eyes growing hazy. "It seems I've out-played you, Fyodor Dostoevsky. That must be pretty embarrassing: to have your plans foiled by a teenage girl."

You don't get to see his reaction as your heart stops and your body hits the floor with a thud.