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┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐
𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘
Warning: violence, blood, the nun, a death.
[DECISION PICKED, YOU PICKED A. CONFRONT THE NUN]
YOU CONFRONT THE NUN, you demanded answers of what the little boy was to the house and who was Martha. The nun could only stare at you. The silence hung heavy before the nun moved back. You raised a brow since the nun hasn't said a word yet or did anything.
That was until the nun did a spinning kick to your head. Knocking you out cold. The nun leans down as your eyes flutter, "sorry darling. Can't let you have the fun of solving mysteries. That's not your occupation." That was all you heard before being picked up. ————————————
WAKING UP IN A COLD SWEAT, Ethan was hovered over you with concern. "What the fuck..." you say, hissing as you held your head. "Y/N what happened to you...." Ethan asked, he nervously stuck a hand out before pausing. "Are you alright with me touching you?" He asked softly. You nodded, Ethan nods as well. He goes to wipe the sweat off you and then get you a water bottle from your room's fridge.
You thank him with a small smile. "So..what happened to you. We all saw you on the ground and got worried." You froze. "I..."
"the nun knocked me out and probably placed me close to the dining room.." you thought
"I probably tripped and knocked my head somewhere.." you say looking at him. Ethan could only sigh, "Well I'm glad you're okay... because the nun is setting up some kinda of 'mini game' for us." You looked at the light brown haired male weirdly. He chuckled a little, rising his hands up. "Hey, he said that. Not me."
"Whatever, what day even is it.." Ethan looks around. "I..don't know. I suspect the nun took all of our phones. Except that media chick, since her occupation is an influencer. We can go ask her." Ethan says. You nodded, Ethan exited out of your room. You looked around your room, there you see a paper note on a desk. You go over and pick it up, reading what it says.
"Sorry for knocking you out handsome! But if I catch you snooping around, I'll punish you." -The Nun.
It had a red and black combo lip kiss mark at the end of the words. Your thumb had accidentally pressed down on it, you gagged as you go to the bedroom bathroom and washed the lip combo off. As you washed your thumb off, you checked the spot of where the nun had kicked you. There was no bruise, so you guess you can't really be bothered much. You see yourself more, your appearance was the same as ever. It's still you no mater what.
