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Chapter 13 - From Night to Beach: The Path of Conflict and Resistance

Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't uploaded a chapter for such a long time. It was very difficult for me, I had a lot of drafts but deleted them all because I didn't really like them all, and I wasn't feeling too well anyway. I'm trying to get back into it, which is very difficult for me. I hope you understand :)

(Short chapter!)
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"What the hell do you mean not anymore?!"
I shouted, my voice echoing with frustration. I continued to struggle, desperately trying to remove the stubborn bracelet.

Chishiya observed me silently, standing casually with his hands tucked into his pockets. He tilted his head ever so slightly, his gaze fixated on my fruitless efforts. There was a hint of smugness in his expression as he watched me wrangle with the bracelet. Every failed attempt fueled my anger.

Frustrated, I give up on trying to remove the bracelet and redirect my seething glare towards Chishiya. I stride up to him, my eyes brimming with venomous hatred. I stand firm in front of him, glancing up to him.

"If you think I'm one of The Beach now, you can shove it. I'll never be a part of The Beach, you all will—"

Chishyia confidently cuts me off, finishing my sentence with a hint of a grin on his infuriating lips.

"Regret that?"

My jaw clenches tightly as he nonchalantly completes my statement, his smile infuriating me. I grit my teeth, silently letting a few seconds pass before responding.

"Exactly." My voice is raised with conviction.
"Believe me, you'll all be living through a living hell."

Chishiya's soft chuckle echoes through the room, and he raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, I know. I already knew you were a walking hellhole, even back when you were causing chaos with that damn mask of yours."

My anger boils over, and I impulsively swing my hand at him, connecting with a hard smack on his face that reverberates through the room. A few heavy seconds of silence follow. Chishiya doesn't flinch an inch, his expression remaining stoic.

He locks his gaze with mine, and I can't discern his thoughts or emotions. He leans in closer, his voice eerily calm.

"You have no idea how many people have told me that they regret having me as an enemy. And you're about make the same mistake."

"Are you stupid?! I've been your enemy from the moment I joined The Night, loathing you more than anything else-"
Before I can finish my sentence, Chishiya interrupts me.

"You call that being an enemy? I thought those were just little tantrums from your immature emotions."

His words stoke my anger, and I respond angrily.

"I'm not some hormonal teenager! We're practically the same age!"

Chishiya counters calmly, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Almost the same age. But you still act like a bratty pubescent little girl."

"You little-"

My response was cut short as he took a step closer, and my words were consumed by his interruption.

"So you really want me to be your enemy, huh?"

He leans in even closer, his voice cold and sharp, but also laced with a sense of challenge.

"Then I'll be your enemy. And I can assure you, you'll regret it more than you can imagine."

The moment I was about to retaliate, Chishiya abruptly straightens himself, staring at me with an impenetrable coldness for a few seconds before turning on his heel and calmly walking out the door. I find myself staring at the closed door, my mind paralyzed with shock.

Normally, I had never been afraid of him, or at least had a twinge of respect. But his poised, biting declaration left me pondering and my anger surging. He truly believes he can be my true adversary?

Well, I can play that game too.

He dares assume that merely by affixing this ridiculous bracelet on me, he has full authority, and I'm now part of The Beach?

Never.

There's no way I'm staying here any longer.