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"Wisdom is better than weapons of war, but one sinner can spoil many good things"

Ecclesiastes [9:18]

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♥︎Brand New City- Mitski

A heavy sigh left her lips, almost with her entire body, raising and lowering her stiff arms.

"I'm asking you really nicely. Let. Me. Go. Can you, ladies?"
Viera spoke in a whisper, leaning forward pressing knees together. Her voice became disgustingly sweet, yet calmness was terrifying. There was something wrong, so suddenly out from the place. Tied with ropes, she sat on a chair in the middle of the agency's main office. Rope around hands, passing over fingers several times.

"Please.."
She mumbled again.

Terrified secretaries stood behind one of the desks, holding phone to be prepared for an accident and the remote control of her armband. Three of them. They looked typical, long tight skirt, with high heels.

"Shut up... You were with the Rats the whole time."

Viera did nothing.

"I'm saying once again, I'm just following my orders, just like you do yours." The tone of voice was almost dismissive, not even wanting to hear another argument. The last few days had not been very pleasant, and it didn't look like it would get any better.
She sat there for the next ten minutes, motionless, head down. Plan. She must has creat a plan. The main task, check what is happening outside - collecting information. Dazai. He'll be useful too. As the second figure in the act, he has access to the others, so it will be easiest to observe everything.

His logical, analytical thinking skills rival Fyodor's. That's the center. Girl must stick to it if want to gain as much information as possible. But, would Fyodor send her here just for information? Maybe. Or maybe it's another test, a lesson. No...it's a regular task. All this crap will end and she'll come back 'home'. There's no point in overthinking it now. Find Dazai and observe everything, then escape.

Dazai was like the black king, although in reality it was supposed to seem like Fyodor had those pieces, no. Dazai moved second, he responded to attack directly. She was the white pawn, on the other side of the board, ready to the order. Now the other pieces. Do it is as others say it. This is not her life, she is just a puppet in the hands of a puppeteer. She had forgotten about it for too long. Sleeping and loafing around, instead of looking for information about agency. It was lost, deep thoughts, encoded.

Turn off unnecessary thoughts....

"Please.." she howled.

"...the ropes...really hurt" began to mutter unclear. They heard a few drops fall to the floor. Blood.

Viera cringed, her voice becoming even more tearful.
"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...I...I'm just...scared. I don't want to disappoint my master."

"You're lying!" The one of secretary shouted.

"No, I swear not! I have no reason to lie...please...relax the rope a little...it burns terribly..." Voice sounded close to crying. Fingernails were covered in blood from scratching the wound through skin, still allowing two three drop sleep on the ground. When she said it was burning, she didn't even have to pretend in the end, she scratched her wound just for a few drops of blood.