⎯ The Divine of Judgment⎯ || BSD x Reader

An Choice of Cost and Consequences | 75 |

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[ Chapter 75 || A Choice of Cost and Consequences ]

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In the dimly lit basement of the Mafia hideout, a secluded area had been chosen by [Y/n] as she patiently waited for a certain individual to arrive. The air hung heavy with tension as if the weight of her own idea could topple the entire world. Shadows danced along the walls, casting eerie shapes that matched the turmoil brewing within [Y/n]'s heart. The scent of tobacco smoke wafted through the air, a subtle reminder of the danger lurking just beyond these hideout walls.[Y/n]'s eyes, once calm and steady, now seemed to carry a hint of sadness and weariness as she leaned back against the wall, her gaze fixed on the ground. The events of the past few days had left her questioning everything she thought she knew. Kunikida's voice echoed in her mind, his words replaying over and over again. "[Y/n]. Expose the actual murderer! And don't fail!" She clenched her fists, determination fueling her resolve. She knew she couldn't let Kunikida down, not after everything they had been through together. What would it take for her to uncover the truth and bring justice to those who deserved it? 

Judgment weighed heavily on her shoulders as she pondered the path ahead. With each passing moment, the weight of responsibility grew, pushing her to dig deeper into the tangled web of lies and deceit. The truth had to be unraveled, no matter the cost, for she understood that failure was not an option in this pursuit of saving the Agency. [Y/n] perked up straight, her senses immediately on high alert as the sound of approaching footsteps grew louder and more urgent down the corridor. [Y/n] turned her head to the side and caught sight of Chuuya making his way down the corridor, his expression grim and focused. As Chuuya walked, his long black coat swayed with each step, like a shadow dancing in the wind. His eyebrows were knit together in a permanent scowl, giving him an air of constant intensity. Taking a deep breath, [Y/n] squared her shoulders, and pushed herself off the walls, approaching Chuuya with a determined stride. 

His piercing blue eyes met hers, and a mixture of concern and curiosity painted his face. Chuuya halted mid-stride, his eyebrows raised in surprise as he took in the sight of [Y/n]. Chuuya's gaze narrowed on [Y/n], a sense of unease settling in his chest as he noticed the tension in her posture and the focused look in her eyes. He could sense that something was amiss, his instincts kicking into high gear. Chuuya had seen [Y/n] through countless ups and downs, and he knew her better than anyone. The uncertainty in her eyes and the subtle tremble in her bottom lip was unfamiliar to him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of concern.