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REVENGE IS A DISH best served cold, and she's been chilling hers since the day she ran away. Patience proves no absence. It is all she's been sitting silently about, though, now doing such is covered in difficulty. Being put on the spotlight is further worse.
In such a quiet, nerve-wracking atmosphere, students and heroes stare with wide eyes at the stoic, silent girl, who clicks her tongue, interrupting the stillness. Leaning back in her chair, she eyes the male who had exposed her.
"It's no biggie," [Name] sighs as Midoriya's jaw drops agape, and the surrounding individuals collectively frown in a mixture of shock and dissatisfaction
Nighteye couldn't halt himself from spilling out the querie on what she was doing. For when he viewed into the future of this case, the eye behind it all was an intimidating aura, leading to [Name] set and scanning each and every equation.
He needed an explanation, and if it was gifted to him, he owed it to all souls dedicating themselves to this case.
He had called her out, and the reason behind it is because he knew what would become of her. He knew what would possess her.
Exhaling, the familiar, soft voice interrupted the tension. "Is... that what you've been up to? That's why you aren't at dinner and at the dorms?" Kirishima mumbles out. "Does this make you a traitor?"
"No, you don't understand, Kirishima. My motives lie undercover." [Name] sighs, "Nighteye, I am the reason for Eri's appearance, I watch over her and have been since you began this case. With looking at the future, couldn't you tell?" She queries, tilting her head.
"I could tell, yes. But the reason I say this is because you shouldn't have held this off from us, and with this mission in mind, you need to understand the risks -"
"Nighteye, I know I'm going to die." She cut him off, quite impolite, but she couldn't stand it. "I already am."
There was a pause in such a chilling, stuffed room.
"...what?" The greenette to her side mutters out.
"I'm already dying, and an explanation for my health isn't needed right now. I have gained control of the situation entirely." [Name] closes her eyes with an inhale.
"No, she's right." Nighteye spoke out, "You have gained control of the situation, and quite stealthily, I'm impressed and disappointed that you managed to slip this entire mission of yours from underneath us.
You were able to be hired as Eri's watcher, and you were tactical with how to direct her into our watch. Then, throughout the days, you have been giving us clues and what seemed like innocent warnings, yet you know everything that will happen because you're the one that will make it occur.
This mission is in your hands entirely, and we have been playing like puppets underneath your fingertips this entire time. Though, I trust you, and thank you for this. [Name], underneath your guidance, this case will be successful, and I'm aware of it, so tell us what we need to know."
Nighteye nods sternly, the individuals following suit, determined gazes locked on her stoic, yet victorious expression.
Right, she is the puppet master, and they are gullible enough to allow her to dance their limbs about.
The spiderweb subsequent to catastrophe is in such a godly girl's palms, for she will be the soul to bash into the sticky webs of ambiance, to cause the destruction, to wreck havoc against the place they call home.
It's all in her hands.
❛Goodnight, [Name].❜
❛Perish, [Name].❜
a/n; short chapter, sorry, the finale nears.
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