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The Undead And The One Who Shall Perish The Dead. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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(Y/N)'s Perspective. a small smile plastered in my face as i walked out of the car, Matsuno besides me as we both held our laugh, not wanting to sound unprofessional. the ride back was fun, specially when Haruchiyo's car was not following us anymore, though there was a little dread creeping in my spinal cord, crawling to my arteries and cooling my capillaries.
the guards still stood in front and inside the building under the Haitani's name, Sanzu's CR-V was parked on the large space of the ground floor parking lot. i rolled my eyes at this. he's probably the one who told the Boss about the fun me and Matsuno had earlier. That pink glob of pubes -
i and Matsuno entered the elevator towards the ground floor, i've decided to ignore Manjiro and the others and just proceed my work. i'm still quite mad at what he'd said before. he dare think i'm weak? as if he could hold his sanity when i'm away and i'm confident about that.
though, what if he's right? what if he's right that my skills are lacking? sure i'm physically and mentally strong . . . but emotionally weak. i have my logic and detective skills, though . . . why was i always betrayed? one too many occasions happened and all ended up in me being played. in the end, it was all my fault. i've not only endangered the organization, their treatment was also suffocating - i hate that they don't hate me. it's unfair that i'm endangering their lives but here i stand, still being adored and pampered my all.
