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"I don't know what this 'feeling' is, but..."
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"...stay with me. Don't go away."
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Even with the records of crimes of your past ancestors, the MBCC had promised to give you security at all costs. In exchange, y...
A/n: There will be at least three interrogations per ten chapters so I can mainly focus on the main plot ;]
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“It hurts. Mommy, make it better.”
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It only took a minute when you arrived at Ted's stronghold or territory. You immediately despise the atmosphere as soon as you step inside. The subordinates had already gotten things prepared. Riffles, grenades, bullets... you name it.
"Boss Ted, everything's ready."
"Good. This is the head of the Sinner Bureau. We'll be counting on her to take down SALVA."
"Chief? Hehe, welcome. And who are these three pretty people behind you?" The man asks, gesturing at the three of us. Your gaze went upcast, meeting his gaze as you sent him a nauseated glare. "They are Sinners," Ted replied, a grimace evident on his face as the stronghold instantly fell into silence. All eyes in the place shoot this way with hostility and fear.
"Don't worry, the other one is not a Sinner, but these three can't disobey the Chief's order. Chief isn't anyone ordinary," Ted reassured them as the gangster man laughed mockingly. "Really? Then, aren't these monsters just like dogs on chains?" He laughed. "They deserve this! Well done, Chief!"
His remark made Hella by my side scoff in annoyance, mumbling something to herself. Hecate is apathetic, but Hella is clearly hurt. She glares back at them and the Chief. This isn't going well. You noticed the chief give Ted a look. He nods knowingly and follows her outside the stronghold to somewhere secluded. However, the gangsters started to mock the Sinners, laughing to themselves.
Suddenly, Hella whacks her pipe at the gangster. Angered. You grabbed the back of her jacket, pulling her away. The sudden contact snapped her out of her trance and quickly glanced up at you. "Not right now."
"I don't care!" She snapped at you as the Sinner forcefully pulled herself away from your grasp. "Monsters? Dog? Chains?! Go to hell, you bastards!" Hella yelled at them, and everyone in the room's attention shifted to us.
