Chapter 18

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The masked right hand of Mikaboshi's boss whose name is a mystery and is called by their nickname; the Falcon. Their origins are unknown to others except for G/n.

Agile, swift, and tactical. That's how others described the Falcon's fighting style. And they're a person of little to no words spoken.

Secrecy surrounded the masked person, and nothing can be found about them, it's almost like their identity is buried deep beneath their past. 

The halls of Mikaboshi's headquarters are painted with a blinding pure white, it somewhat reminds Falcon of a hospital or a laboratory. 

They were no stranger to hospitals or laboratories, after all, they had many memories of someone in those types of facilities, but those memories are now only held by them and only them

Falcon entered a room where they were met with the leader of Mikaboshi; G/n. "I'm back," They said flatly. 

The boss hummed. "Good to see you in one piece," He said. "Well? What did you find out on your little rendezvous," 

"My-" The masked person paused. "Y/n's fri- companions are catching up, I'm sure it won't take long until they find out," 

"Why are you worried? You can just inject them again with that Myotosis serum." G/n raised a brow. 

"Altering human memories can take a toll on the brain, if I erase too much, they might even forget how to breathe," The masked person retorted. 

"So?" The man shrugged. "Wouldn't be better that way?" The masked person remained silent and so G/n spoke again. "Child, you have an advantage, and yet you don't use it... don't tell me you still cling on to your past?" 

"... I had let go of that the moment I accepted to be your heir," They replied, not really answering the question. The masked person then bowed to him. "I'll go now," 

G/n's thoughtful gaze lingered on the door, his brows furrowed. "Hmm... let's see if you turn out just like my last heir," He muttered to himself. 

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A week passed and Bonten had been busy with their investigation, well, Yusano is. Bonten has a gang to run so most of the investigating fell on her shoulders. 

She had just finished looking around the abandoned market street which Y/n used to frequent but she found nothing but rubble and dilapidated walls. 

Yusano took a look at her phone and saw that it was already past lunch and on cue, her stomach grumble. "Oh... lunch it is then," She muttered to herself before leaving the place. 

While she was on her way out of the isolated place, she can't help but feel another presence around her. She just hoped that the abandoned market wasn't haunted, but when she thought about it, her hair stood on end. 

She let out a weird whine as she carefully looked behind her, nothing, but then a sudden clatter made her jump and scream for her life. And without any rational thoughts, she ran away at the speed of light. 

Not entirely aware of how far she had run until she crashed into someone. They fell to the ground, Yusano quickly opened her eyes to see one of Rindou's co-workers; Sanju...? 

"Damn woman, get off, you're heavy," He groaned as he waited for her to stand. Yusano just stared in bewilderment. "Hey, I said get off before I push you," 

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