Regret

31: Over

Someone's POV

I woke up.

I inspected with my eyes the titanium aegis of this place and fixated on one, two, three...ten silhouettes meters from the anteroom. They swayed about their bodies as steps imprinted on the thick spotless bronze floor. My body separated from the furry sofa to approach these new presences. New, this is nothing new to us since the first chapter, nothing new to me since the day my feet indulged me here purposely.

"Oh you have your dependents. The threats to be treated morally...and physically." the interior fully went light green to summon our healer. In a minute less, he bolted from the left to this surface as alerted. "Newcomers, Pastel?" he asked the differentia who beckons the stockade by coloring the surface internally. Light green signifies healing. "Very obvious Leiff." Pastel replied with her monotone.

Every face, I viewed. By their injuries, I can tell the differentias who transmitted them here fought the ordinary way against them. How are they officially my dependents without formal assignments by a head? Malefactors, like these new dependents, are surrendered by the differentias or the ones with powers from wherever they are put to unconsciousness to any of the hallways of this remote stockade for a significant objective of captivity and counsel, the unusual version. There is an anteroom for every chamber. The differentia in the hallway or anteroom the malefactor landed in is automatically their confidant.

Leiff glared at them one by one, by which each of the youths convalesced in an estimated duration of seven seconds. Not a whisper emerged from the ten after the rejuvenating operation. His amber eyeballs gleamed a puzzle glimpse. "You are welcome." his last words grew out before he walked back to his respective chamber supposedly.

"I'll be out the bars as usual. You got this." Pastel retreated to her exclusive spot by the left of my chamber's bars outside. My eyebrows wiggled as an answer. And then I focused back to my dependents whose eyes are on me like they recognize someone. "Follow me." I say.

I accommodated them to the chamber. A short level of skepticism arose that I had eyes on them while half of my focus is through the pathway. Neither of these youths stepped backward, walking past Pastel and finally taking cover within the chamber. The bars slammed shut, trapping us.

Every chamber holds no furniture; a bare space with two doors: the bathroom and the wardrobe. We squatted on the flooring face to face, me to them, them to me.

"Tell me the occurrence before arriving to this place, the truth and nothing but that truth." I mandated to my dependents. The lean girl with wavy medium locks sighed seconds after, some scoffed, the rest with heads bent down. That girl opened her mouth. "Yes we will. But where are we?"

"Where your development commences." Then these eyes questioned. "Now speak."

Celeste's POV

Natural light towered over me through my little window. Like any other affair, yesterday is a minute ago, even with my impairment gone I feel the knocks I garnered and the rainbow after the tropical storm. Haeyoon Imo speed-dialed our telephone last night at 8:01pm following my coming at home from our aftermath party. She advised me to put it on speaker phone since halmeoni and eomma would know anyway. "The book is closed. Nothing to panic of. I'm telling my witness, you insert the elimination. Thank and praise Him for your well-being and the pride of transmission. Where could that calaboose be? It may not be a scope of my vision yet I'm definite they are beginning to evolve into better humans. Speaker phone, now." that was her word. It was cool, I meant alright. I wish them amelioration, God.

I hand-ironed the clothes I am in, half-tied my bob, then lowly frisked downstairs. Surprise. There are five figures around the dining table. I advanced toward the table stealthily, fortunately, one of the two discrete ones saw me with so much astonishment that was facilely quantifiable. "Very punctual Mister and Miss Lee." my greeting pivoted their heads to me in stupor. "J-Joheun achimimnida. (G-Good morning.)" Gaiea mumbled with a modulated dark weight. "A-nyeong-has-yo?" Mich addressed through temporary anxiety. Wait why that? Setting that aside, Gaiea is doing more satisfactory in Korean lately. "Sugohaesseo Gaiea! (Good job Gaiea!)" I praised. "Gomabda! (Thanks!)"