DECEPTION (Female Reader) [SAKAMOTO DAYS]

1: "Freedom"

Nagumo's POV:

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I've been assigned to eliminate researchers involved in unethical experiments on children at a secret organization facility.

This wasn't just a job: it was our punishment for breaking some stupid school rule. They didn't even give us a chance to team up. Now, it's just me, facing down these monsters solo.

This powerful and covert organization, which controls much of the world, kidnaps orphans to use as test subjects, manipulating them into weapons and tools for killing.

"Since I'm already in one of their smaller hideouts, I might as well take over the entire building..." I muttered to myself as the elevator doors opened, signaling the start of my mission.

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The place was drenched in blood, and none of them survived. Every one of them fell into my hands. Despite facing a few tough opponents, they stood no chance against me. They all underestimated me, thinking my youth and solitary status made me weak.

Although I'm still a student, they probably assumed that my friends and I were destined to fail here. They're mistaken.

True, we've broken plenty of rules at school, and it might seem like they're on the verge of expelling us any day now, once they've had enough of the three of us.

'The two are probably finished with their missions by now.' I thought, scratching my neck as I walked out of the wrecked room. "I should head out and call them to grab something to eat."

With Sakamoto and Akao still unreachable, I decided to explore the small facility. Rumors had been swirling about various secret organizations hiding in museums and other inconspicuous places...

...but the 'Nameless' was reputed to be the most sinister of them all. This building was just one of many hideouts, and there are thousands more around the world... 'Who knows what they're doing with those orphans?'

As I entered a strange, empty room filled with rows of hospital beds, I carefully scanned the area for any hidden enemies. Once I confirmed it was deserted, I decided to investigate further for any useful information.

To my surprise, the building had little relevant data about the organization. Instead, I found only a collection of files about various orphans scattered across cabinets and desks.

Noticing another door across the room, I approached it out of curiosity. Finding it locked, I decided to pick the lock and see what was behind it.

The room I entered was an Interrogation Room, cluttered with papers and files on the table and more in open cabinets. Dust and spider webs coated the ceiling, and the one-way mirror was so dirty that I had to wipe it to see through.