Chapter 1- Wings
A young lady sat down across the table where I'm eating. The group that I joined for commanded me to know her and spill the secrets she carry. That information is essential and they believe I am to carry to the mission.
This is the seat she always take. A loner. Void of emotions. It seems like she don't care if anyone talks about her. I know the defence. I've been there.
To avoid suspicion I lowered my head while eating quietly. She does the same. Its either she notice me or she does not.
I thought she was not gonna speak to me, at all.
"You. Are you a transferee?"
I finally look up slowly and to make sure she don't see right through me I look behind me, looking for anyone who she might be talking to.
She gaze straight into my eyes.
I pointed at myself. She nodded.
"I-I'm a.. taking a summer class here." I said at a low voice. I did not look at her eyes for too long and quickly divert my attention to the food.
The dishes are well-cooked.
"You have red hair. Is that real? Or is it dyed?"
They say she never starts conversation. Never responds to anyone who dared. Yet here I am ignoring her again to make sure she don't make walls, to let her know I'm not interested. If the wall is ruined, I can break free. I will get the information. Her secret. The group wants that secret. They're willing to sacrifice me for it.
"Hey, are you... are you scared of me?"
No. You should be scared of me.
I nodded. Playing the victim is never hard.
