a/n: hello everyone! i'm back with updates for half-sight.
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i hope you are all staying safe and that maybe these chapters could somehow uplift your spirits during this time. keeping all of you in my mind <3
sending love,
krissy
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recap: Hina, Ren, and Bohai track Yun's license plate number and wind up investigating the abandoned Shiroi Farm...only to discover that the farm has been manufacturing white wing, the toxic compound present in a mass murders across Osaka.
10. BLOOD
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present day
FURY.
It's all that bubbles up in my chest when Bohai says it. White wing. My feet operate on their own accord, jolting me backward until I'm yards from the poison. A stray petal snaps off and follows me onto the gravel, seeping with oil.
The sweet smell rots to poison in my lungs. Was this the last thing otou-san felt before whatever enhanced these fumes killed him?
My hands clench into fists. Fingernails carve crescents into my palms.
Hina. You are useless. Images flash before me. Blood splattering across playing cards. White flags melting into Osaka's canals. Hina. Beer spilling across dried glass.
Hina. You were useless.
My vision swims with terror, then confusion, then anger. Why did it happen?
Why would a boy hold a grudge against generations of people? What could have driven a kid to purchase land to mass-murder thousands of innocent people?
"Ren?"
I blink.
A few yards away, Bohai's pale figure moves back the way we've come, gaining speed.
"Ren!" he shouts, then croaks into a cough as he stumbles away.
My body follows in a dizzy haze. Sure enough, Ren is barely a silhouette in the distance, pushing blindly against grass toward the taverns. Toward the car, as if he can't get away fast enough. The air tightens.
"Ren—"
Bohai dissolves into another coughing fit that throws him to his knees. I rush forward blindly, grasses scraping skin, and wrap an arm around him.
He resists. "I'm fi—"
"Shut up and hold on to me."
With a wince of effort, I pull us up, and we stagger through gravel back to our grayish-blue ride. The sickly sweet stench follows us.
YOU ARE READING
Half-Sight
Mystery / ThrillerHalf-sighted bounty hunter Hina Ogawa chases after the million-dollar bounty on Ren-shu Ko's head - and finds their pasts intertwined with a joker-esque threat on the streets.
