𝔸 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝓒𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔜𝔬𝔲

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 3

Loud footsteps thudded across the hallway. A bright, young lady ran across the multitude of rooms. Despite her young appearance and hurried state, she carried an air of intellect.

Suddenly, she turned to a sharp corner and burst open through one of doors across the hallway.

"Ms. Violet! ARE YOU THERE?!" she yelled inside the room.

A familiar face jolted around and stared at the lady. "Nelsie, I told you to knock before you enter someone's room, didn't I?" Megan scolded.

As if just realising what she had done, Nelsie squealed out a meek apology, "Eek! Sorry I forgot again!! I promise it won't happen again!" She flushed with embarrasement, her face turning into a light shade of pink.

The fact that she ended up bursting in at the worst timing possible didn't help either. Megan was just taking off her shirt when she entered unannounced. There couldn't have been any lesser embarrasing moment in her whole life.

"So, what's got you so hyped this time? Did someone mismatch the files and accidentally sent the wrong one to boss?" Megan asked, non-chalantly.

"No... I'm afraid its much worse this time." Nelsie replied, in a dramatically dark tone. "Cerise she……HAS ARRIVED AT THE INTERROGATION ROOM!!!"

"Okay...and?"

Nelsie stared blankly at Megan for a moment before clearing her throat and continuing, "Ah, I'm sorry, I phrased that incorrectly. What I meant was...
.

.

.

she is about to interrogate the guy."

The room grew eerily silent all of a sudden. Megan's face held an unreadable expression that was somewhere between confusion and fear.

Immediately, she bolted out the room. Nelsie, chasing behind her.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

“STOP ALL OPERATIONS!!” Megan shouted from down the hallway, as she ran towards the entrance of the interrogation room.

The guard jolted up from seeing her and instinctively stepped aside.

Megan slammed the door open and rushed inside.

“SERA! STOP-“

Too late...

A man sat on the chair, face, planted on the desk. A puddle of blood lay on the desk. Drops of crimson dripped down the edge of the table, onto the floor.

And there in the midst of it all she stood......

"Cerise..."

At the mention of the familiar name, Cerise turned around. Her eyes......all the same.

As if she just recently hadn't killed somebody.

Just like an inanimate NPC, devoid of understanding, Cerise bobbed up and down, as her eyes glimmered with childish innocence.