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A Chaotic Way To Ride With The Bonten's Pillars. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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Narrator's Perspective. (Y/N) and Nashefa wander through the halls leading to Manjiro's office, a sealed grenade twirling around (Y/N)'s fingers as she happily jumped her way. Nashefa was prepared, her Hijab was tightly secured around her face, perfectly covering her hair, and of course, a dark purple eyeshadow and red burning lipstick adorned her lips for the fancy of it.
Nashefa was in full alert, already traumatized after having knowledge that her boss, the woman she respected the most, was kidnapped and tortured when she was away for a long time. she oath not to repeat that anymore. her life was thanks to her mother and father whom loves her to the core, but her currently being alive was thanks to (Y/N) saving her from being killed when she was kidnapped by a mobsters that were fortunately Bonten's enemy, (Y/N) was the one who saved her from being skinned alive that day. it was great fortune, and she dare not to forget about it. whether her being saved and alive was from (Y/N)'s pity, or desire to acquire puppets that time, she vowed not to break her oath to the devil.
i shall not allow harm to come to her way even if i have to sacrifice my everything.
(Y/N) silently looked around for possible people stalking them before speaking.
"you know . . . i've been planning," (Y/N) started a conversation to eliminate the silent and plain mood around the two of them.
