BRIZON'S POVWhen I heard she was here, I did nothing but search for her, but I knew she was aware of my presence, so she remained elusive.
I scoured every corner until I reached the back of the engineering building.
"Are you looking for me?"
I swiftly dodged as soon as she spoke. Whenever facing her, alertness was key—she never fought fair.
"You know, you're too ugly."
I estimated her about five meters away, but in the blink of an eye, she stood right in front of me.
I stared, her smirk evident as she leaned in close.
That's her tell...
I tried to retreat, but it was too late; a powerful blow to my stomach doubled me over.
Anyone hit like that would squirm.
"You and your dirty tactics again," I managed through gritted teeth, creating distance to prepare for her next attack.
"And you still haven't managed to block those so-called 'dirty tactics'?"
She taunted, insulting me effortlessly.
She truly was the definition of an annoying brat.
"Why are you here?" I demanded, needing to understand her purpose. She wasn't one to waste time without reason.
"Why so rude?" she pouted, feigning hurt, a whisper in my ear quickening my heartbeat uncomfortably.
Her scent was sickly sweet.
"TORRES!"
My name called, I snapped back to reality, but Hyra was gone. How long had I stood there?
"Are you alright? I was taking a shortcut to class and found you frozen in place," Joshua said, concern in his voice as he approached, patting my shoulder. "Heading to class? Let's go together."
I understood his intention—to avoid scolding alone.
"I'm not feeling well. You go ahead; I'll head home."
Without waiting for a reply, I turned away, heading straight for the parking lot and my car.
I needed some air.
I drove to Paradise, Nathan's bar. Even from a distance, I heard the chaotic noise—Nathan wasn't around.
Before entering, I retrieved something from my car—the mask that marked me as the district leader, responsible for the twelfth district.
"The twelfth district leader is here. Let him through," I smirked beneath my mask. One perk of my position: free entry and drinks.
Conversation halted as patrons bowed respectfully as I passed.
It was easy to make their lives hell if they defied me.
"This way, sir," a waitress guided me to a VIP seat.
I noted the new, predominantly female staff—likely Jarvis' doing.
"Boogshh!"
A commotion from another VIP area caught my attention—a man causing a ruckus, throwing objects recklessly.
Not good. Nathan would be furious if this continued during my visit.
"He's always like that. Some customers are scared; the staff can't handle him," the waitress explained, noticing my concern.
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MY THIRTEEN MASK
AcciónThe Thirteen Masks rule the thirteen largest districts in the country. Everyone fears to approach them except the Elite class, which they also belong to. The Elite class comprises the children of the most powerful people in the country. Their motto...