THIRD PERSON'S POV
Viper paced back and forth in the dark cell. He had heard of the deaths of Sky and Jared on consecutive days and was anxious about Demon's condition.
"You seem restless. Is there a problem?" Clyde asked as he arrived.
"I have to get out of here. The longer I stay here, the more people Demon will kill," Viper replied, biting his fingernail, his anxiety evident.
Clyde was silent for a moment, studying Viper. He took a deep breath. "Fine, wait until midnight. I'll make sure you get out of here," Clyde said, massaging his head. It would not be easy. He would be disobeying his father, and if they were caught, he might end up in a cell as well.
"How many days until I reach the underground?" Viper asked.
"Four days if there are no complications, but if they notice and stop us, it might take a week."
"A week... In that one week, I don't know how many people she has killed," Viper muttered, pulling at his hair in frustration. He didn't care about the people Demon killed; he was more worried that Demon might lose her temper again and hurt herself. "How many people does Nerraw have here?"
"Half a million," Clyde answered.
"Tch!" Viper clicked his tongue at Clyde's answer, not expecting there to be so many guards.
"Don't worry, Jigs and Rafa will cover you. They will take care of you," Clyde said, trying to ease Viper's concerns. "Get ready, because tonight you will be free."
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"What is that? Are you planning to disobey your father to help Viper? What if Mr. Nerraw takes his anger out on you?" Rafa asked worriedly as he followed Clyde. They walked back to the operator room to plan Viper's escape.
"Is his anger more important than the state of the country? I know you saw what happened. Demon let that mask catch the bullet and die. A lot of people are dying, Rafa, and I'm not going to stand by and watch," Clyde responded firmly.
"But Demon is a menace. Out of control. How can you justify risking everything for her?" Rafa argued, his voice rising.
"Out of now, Demon has taken too many lives. Whatever her reason, she shouldn't kill," Jigs added.
Clyde turned to face them both, his expression stern. "I don't justify her actions. But I believe there's still a chance to save her from completely losing herself. If we can reach her, maybe we can stop this madness."
Rafa sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's a huge risk. If we fail, we could all end up dead or worse."
"I know the risks," Clyde said, his voice unwavering. "But we can't keep ignoring this. We have to do something."
Jigs nodded reluctantly. "Alright, I'm in. But we need a solid plan. We can't afford any mistakes."
Clyde nodded in agreement. "We'll plan every step. Tonight, we get Viper out of here and start making our way to the underground. We have to move quickly and carefully."
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[UNDERGROUND]
It was the second day since the Underground gates burst open and the enemy entered. The war had been going on for two days without stopping. Lifeless bodies were scattered everywhere, the only culprit being Demon, who still hadn't stopped killing.
She was now wearing a black and red lolita outfit while holding an umbrella of the same color, a gift from Conan. Demon moved with terrifying speed and precision, her blade flashing as she cut through enemies. Blood sprayed, and bodies fell, but she seemed untouchable. Despite the carnage, there was an eerie grace to her movements, a dance of death performed with lethal elegance. Her umbrella, a seemingly innocuous accessory, became a deadly weapon in her hands, deflecting bullets and bludgeoning foes.
