"𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦," softly uttered the doctor.
The diagnosis is clear; Alessia had lost the ability to utter a single word for nearly a month. Her parents, initially unconcerned, grew tense upon hearing the news, overcome by a blend of emotions that the...
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Shakky had greeted the news with keen interest.
Rayleigh hadn't bothered to give any details, claiming to have another obligation which he wouldn't be returning to for a while.
As a result, Alessia had watched him make his way to the door while the bar owner had leaned over her counter, showing Alessia and Mira an obvious thirst for knowledge. Alessia had told her everything.
"I understand now," she said as she finished her glass of sake.
She had sat the two girls down on the couch and served them coffee, a drink Alessia had barely touched and which inevitably reminded her of Law.
"It's not the kind of bet you make when you're not confident, so where did you get your information from?"
The little girl smiled in reply.
"It's a bit complicated," she finally said.
Shakky smiled back and lit a cigarette.
"There's a mako shark siren on the Fishman Island," she informed them, "she's been able to predict a lot of things, but I've never heard of anything about Red-Haired Shanks."
