"𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐦 𝐈? 𝐀𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞."
-𝐿𝑒𝑤𝑖𝑠 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙, 𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑊𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑
Being the Arisu's little sister had never really been a blessing. Stuck after the pride and t...
A/N : Sorry for the day late, I got out of the hospital later than originally planned yesterday and I was very tired. (Nothing serious, it was just for a sleep exam. My body simply didn't accomodate well to the sudden change of environement.)
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The air is heavy.
After the alarm sounded, each player remained silent to watch for the arrival of the Wolf. You cast wary glances around, on the lookout for the slightest foreign presence.
Sweat sticks to your temples as the silence lengthens.
Then a heavy vibration resonates in the air.
A gunshot!
You manage to identify that it comes from the lower floors. You would almost be relieved if your brother wasn't in the building at the same time. Nevertheless, you swallow your anxiety.
No time to feel sorry for myself.
You slide down the stairs as quietly as possible to the lower floor. Only the blonde woman is there. But instead of looking for the right door, she leans over the balcony, looking like she's watching the wolf.
You pay her no attention and start checking every door on the eighth floor. You know that the stranger or at least Soraya will take care of the ninth.
Without much surprise, none open.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Usagi taking charge of the main building as planned. You exchange a slight nod before heading down to the seventh floor.
The latter also proves inconclusive, as does the sixth. You are about to go down again when another gunshot interrupts you.
The ground vibrates beneath your feet with unmistakable intensity. The shooter is somewhere downstairs.
You take a step back when your foot slips on something sticky. You lift it off the ground to look at what you just stepped on. A browning-red mark spreads across the bottom of your shoe.
You let out a soft squeak, taking a step to the side. At the junction of the corridor is the corpse of a man. He is lying face down on the ground, with several bullet holes in his back. You gag at the sight of the body. His pale skin has already turned gray, a phenomenon that you had the opportunity to observe in your adoptive mother.
You shake your head to stop the memories from assaulting you. If you dwell too much you will find yourself in a lethargic state where you are unable to think about other things. It is not the moment. Not when people you care about are in danger.
You jump when a blond head pops over the railing. With a grunt of pain, the blonde woman hoists herself onto the platform using the gutter. She wipes her forehead with the back of her sleeve and her blue eyes land on you at that moment.
"The Wolf has just gone down to the fourth floor. He's chasing a group of guys."
You nod in response. You don't know where it comes from but something about her makes you uneasy. A feeling in your stomach tells you not to trust her.
