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──── ' hangovers to wake the dead '──── [CH. XVI] ✦ ˚
" time changes everything. "
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1 DAY PRIOR...
A GUN COCKED.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I don't think introductions are really necessary."
A cool, steel barrel reverberated along the pad of Ophira's fingers. With an overwhelming force of strength, it turned backward toward the man before them. The musky hands of this man fatally slipped at the ear-splitting sound of a gunshot. Between the sudden racket and the bullet snug in his foot, Ophira is granted complete access to the pistol. They pocketed it with delight.
The scruffy-faced man seethed with pain. Eyes highlighted with recognition. "Hargreeves."
Ophira extended a singular hand. "Yeah, that's me. Surprise!"
Without remorse for the agony-filled howling reverberating before them, a series of moss-lined vines rose into the air. Remnants of rope, the harsh weaves of plants tangled around the man's thick limbs. Forcing him against the wall in the process.
