Twisted Desires

11. Naive Bunny

Note💌: Y'all are gonna hate me

The women in the dimly lit enclave seemed like mere specters, their faces masked behind ornate disguises, their voices silenced except for the occasional laughter that punctuated the men's jests. Their presence, though veiled, added an eerie dimension to the unfolding scene.

The masked man, his lips curving beneath the intricate design of his disguise, turned his attention to Minji and Hanni. The oppressive atmosphere hung like a thick fog, and the man's inquiry cut through it like a knife. "So, Bunny and Hawk, what brings you here?" he queried, his voice a low murmur that resonated with a blend of intrigue and subtle menace.

Hanni, perched awkwardly on Minji's lap, felt the weight of the question settling upon them. The tension in the air crackled, each masked figure in the room becoming a player in this clandestine theater. The women, seemingly frozen in their doll-like demeanor, added an unsettling backdrop to the unfolding drama.

Minji, her mask betraying no emotion, spoke with measured words. "We heard this was the masquerade of the year. Couldn't resist the allure," she replied, a veiled layer of meaning underlying her words. The room held its breath, the unspoken undertones of the conversation painting an intricate tapestry of intrigue and danger.

The masked man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Minji and Hanni. The tension in the room palpable, he took a slow drag from his cigar before exhaling a plume of smoke that hung in the air like a veiled curtain.

"You've got guts, Bunny and Hawk," he mused, the natural curve of his lips hinting at a sinister amusement. The room seemed to tighten around them, the masked women maintaining their stoic façade as though awaiting cues in a play orchestrated by unseen hands.

"But we all know, in this world, everyone has a reason," he continued, his gaze shifting between Minji and Hanni. "What's yours?" The question lingered in the air, an unspoken challenge that demanded a response. Minji, maintaining her composed exterior, met his gaze squarely.

"We're here for information," she declared, her words cutting through the haze of cigar smoke.
The masked man's eyes glinted with a newfound curiosity, the delicate dance of the masquerade ball evolving into a high-stakes game of revelation and concealment. The women, their doll-like silence broken momentarily, exchanged glances that betrayed a hidden communication.

The man's exclamation hung in the air like a sinister melody, the flickering lights of the masquerade ball casting eerie shadows across the room. Hanni felt a chill settle over her as the masked figure seemed almost delighted by their pursuit of information. Beside her, Minji's subtle tension did not go unnoticed.

"Well, that's sweet, Bunny, it really is," the man responded, his tone dripping with a twisted amusement. The air thickened as he continued, "But, I don't think we can help you, can we, Hawk?" Hanni turned to Minji, searching for a hint of reassurance, but Minji avoided her gaze.

"You see, Bunny, I'm afraid whatever information you're after, we can't help you," he frowned, his words carrying an ominous weight. A woman's chuckle cut through the tension, drawing Hanni's attention. "Some things just are the way they are, like how one plus one equals 2, and if you hurt someone, they hurt you back," she mused cryptically. Hanni's eyes darted back to the man, her confusion evident.

"And if you fail to meet easy requirements, you'll end up owing more, and more, and more," he concluded, his words hanging in the air like a foreboding prophecy. Hanni furrowed her brows, sensing the gravity of his words. In that moment, Minji's hand clasping the lower part of her back-
You may be wondering, what the fuck is going on?

The man's lips curved into a cruel smile, his amusement evolving into a sinister taunt. "Oh, Bunny, you're chasing secrets with pockets full of holes, aren't you?" he sneered, his words echoing with a callous disregard for Hanni's plight. The room seemed to close in around her as he continued, each word a verbal lash that cut through the veil of anonymity.