"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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Late again~
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Sitting on the only chair in my room, Alessia keeps her eyes downcast.
I dragged her there after her conversation with the bounty hunters and since then she seems to have become a little more aware of her actions.
"Law, I..."
"Did you at least think about it?" I cut her off.
She bites her lip.
Of course not, she hasn't thought about it. Consulting your ally before drawing up a coordinated attack plan with those who are supposed to be your enemies isn't the kind of thing you can forget.
She sighs, raising her eyes to meet mine.
"I'm really sorry... I think I've spent so much time dealing with everything that it didn't even occur to me."
