⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

The Thread | 016 |

"I was just curious. I'm an ability user myself, and I find it fascinating to meet others with unique abilities." In advance of [Y/n] asking what his ability was a group of men emerged from the shadows. "Something's not right... Get behind me!" The men suddenly lunged towards them. One threw a punch with all his might, but [Y/n] swiftly dodged and countered with a quick kick to the man's stomach, sending him flying ahead of a door and breaking it.

As the rest charged at her with numerous weapons, she took note that their movements were unnatural. [Y/n] unsheathed her twin guns, aimed at the approaching enemy, and pulled the triggers. The sound of gunfire echoed through the air as she took down her targets one by one. However, instead of screaming in agony and trying to extinguish the fire, the men just fell to the ground like puppets. "What?!" She quickly realized that they were being controlled.

Out of the corner of her eye, [Y/n] couldn't help but notice a glimmering thread. Her eye' followed the thread, to which she saw that they were holding the men together. "So it is the threads." She needed to be careful and find a way to counteract this power. [Y/n] dodged the thread with ease, her shoes sliding across the polished wooden floors, leaving behind a trail of dust, and escaping unscathed. 

Suddenly a voice spoke in a low, menacing voice from behind her. "You shouldn't have come here, Detective. I don't take kindly to strangers poking their noses where they don't belong."  She became immobile as more thread flew up from the ground and wrapped around her limbs. She struggled to break free from the thread, but it was too strong. She realized that she needed a new strategy to escape from this trap.

The thread rotated her body to face Katashi, who grinned sinisterly. "So my predictions were true. You ability allows you to manipulate threads, which would explain why they are everywhere. It's impressive to see your ability." [Y/n] asks as the threads tighten around her, cutting through her skin. "I am, in fact." Katashi cups her chin. She could feel the intensity of his gaze and the weight of his words. 

"I know who you are. You were a former mafia executive who committed numerous unimaginable crimes. Being in the night fox's presence is a privilege. It will be fun to torture you." She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized the danger of being in the presence of such a person. She wondered what he wanted from her and if she would be able to get out of this situation unscathed. 

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Chuuya stood outside the shrine, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He was waiting for a message from [Y/n], who had gone inside to investigate the case related to the strange occurrences happening in the area. Chuuya couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, and he couldn't wait to hear from her.

As he steps inside, he trips over something, making him fall to the ground. He looked back to see what he had tripped over and realized it was a thread on the floor. He leaned out to touch it out of curiosity, only to have it puncture his flesh. "Shit!" He cursed under his breath as he examined the thread, noticing that it was not an ordinary one, but that it seemed to be made of a sharp material that had caused the cut on his hand. As he examined it closely, he realized that it was a part of a trap set by someone to harm him. 

He stood up and looked around carefully, suddenly feeling like he was being watched. "[Y/n]! Where are you?" Chuuya shouted, his voice echoing through the empty shrine. He tsked in annoyance. He couldn't shake off the feeling of unease as he scanned his surroundings, trying to spot any signs of movement. He decided to leave the shrine and continue his journey, hoping to put this strange sensation behind him.

Chuuya strolled inside a big room that was eerily quiet. 'I ought to have arrived to [Y/n] at this point.' He thought to himself, scanning the area for any clues or signs of life. He could hear the sound of footsteps echoing in the distance, and he cautiously made his way towards the source of the noise. As he got closer, he could see a faint light flickering in the distance, beckoning him forward.