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The leather seat hummed against my back from the car's engine, nearly vibrating a massage on my muscles. My jaw was clenched tightly, my teeth nearly cracking from the pressure of how rage-fueled I was.

My eyes drag to the mirror that was plastered at the front of the car, holding Oluo's face in it. You motherfucker. I fucking hate you. I couldn't stop feeling a fit of burning anger in my chest, just by looking at him. Murderer.

Images of my house engulfed in flames with my mother trapped inside flash in my head, causing my eyes to sting and my nails to dig into my skin too hard, drawing a little blood. So I cast my face away to the looming skies outside the glass pane of this window.

A bump in the road met with the bottom of the car, causing an off-balance where I sat, being thrown momentarily against the ceiling. "Agh!" I cry out, the moment pain sears through my head from the impact. I shoot Oluo a pointed look. "Really? You just had to do that." I snarl.

Oluo shrugs his shoulders, "just a natural misfortune," he replies innocently.

My eyes only lessen their width at him, "asshole," I mutter.

Just when I thought the car ride would drag on longer, the car passes through an entryway of curly iron design. What was held within these gates was the main Offeree facility.

I let my eyes roll around my head, scowling at myself. Never did I really think I would end up here, but obviously, I was wrong. Oluo lets his cold eyes flicker to me in the rearview before shoving a hand on his door - pushing it open and allowing him access out of the car.

"We're here," he states, his tone ushering.

"No shit," I once more let my eyes roll around their sockets.

My mind was clouded with annoyance, anger, and a bit of grief, all being held back behind a mental barrier. Seeing as I had no other choice, my own hand gave the door nearest me a push, allowing me out into the world of the facility that I dreaded with every fiber of my being. Not to mention, images of Levi's corpse sprawled out against the grass wouldn't stop replaying in my head.

I couldn't stop worrying that he was dead. I couldn't bear to lose him, too.

Not him. Definitely not.

I don't know what I would do if I lost him. Part of me wonders if they're now targeting the people close to me.

Now I just hope Eren and Isabel were left out of this mess...

【❣】

Both of my arms were occupied by two sturdy bodyguards, holding my arms securely on top of my back. The doors shimmered with the reflecting sunlight as they parted the entryway to us smoothly. Once the doors were fully parted, the guards continued on, leaving me no choice but to walk with them and let them escort me.

Since our journey was short, our destination was a desk with a lady acquired to it. A desk which seemed to be zooming closer and closer toward me, as my captors close the space between the lady at the desk and us.

The lady flicks her glasses slightly down her nose, her eyes intently focused on me.v"And who do we have here?" She queried, her voice full of a sneer.

"This is Ebony Night, Ms. Dreyse," Oulo claims.

"Ah," she ponders, before returning her eyes back to the flattened glowing screen before her. This woman had cropped wavy blonde hair, with pale green eyes -- the kind of green that reminded me of Eren, but not as brilliant as his. I listened to her fingers flying across the keyboard.