Missval
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(ID: f5zHzFEq)
10/31/2025, 11:49:38 PM
No.6326245
Lionheart chuckled too, but it was an awkward sound. Tight, restrained. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.” He smiled faintly. “It’s just that I’m worried about you, Shelly.”
“And I thank you for that. Really. Thanks for taking care of me, sir. I’ll make sure Haven stands above every other school. I’ll make you proud.” The words came from the heart. He’d always watched your back, always found ways to cover for you when things went wrong on missions. He deserved that much.
“Say hello to Cerise for me, will you?” Lionheart said, giving an awkward little wave as you turned to leave.
Cerise?
You stopped mid-step. “Sir, sorry? Didn’t you mean Kiwi?” The nurse’s name. The one who always gave you the strange pills and made you sleep and meditate.
“That’s what I said. Kiwi.” Lionheart’s tone was flat, quiet. Too quiet. The noise of the arena seemed to fade into nothing, as if the world had turned down its own volume.
Cerise. That name, it scratched at the back of your mind. You knew it. You remembered it.
Cerise was… a scientist. The one who’d helped you. The one who got hurt. How did you know that?
Oh, shit.
You were still in the illusion. The fucking illusion.
You tried to move, force your eyes to open wider, but they already were. You grabbed your head, fingers digging into your temples as if you could tear the fog away by force. Anything. You just needed to wake up.
“Shelly?” Lionheart’s voice broke through almost as if he was underwater, filled with concern. “Are you okay?”
That was the last thing you heard before the illusion shattered.
And when you finally opened your eyes, a small, bitter part of you wished you hadn’t.
All around you, corpses. Torn, mangled, shredded remains of the scientists who’d once been staring at the girl inside that cage. You recognized arms, legs, even heads all around the room, almost as if someone had picked up and used an oversized blender.
Your sabers were out, your hands wielding them. Their blades dripped with thick, dark blood. The smell was foul.
And Cerise… where the hell was Cerise?
You had her. You had her. Now? She was gone.
You scanned the room as your heart pounded, and there, she was sitting on the floor. The same pale-haired girl from before, calm as ever. Cerise’s body lay motionless across her lap. The girl’s delicate fingers brushed through Cerise’s red hair, studying her face with the idle curiosity of someone examining a broken toy.
Shit.
Fuck.
How did she get her? When?
“And I thank you for that. Really. Thanks for taking care of me, sir. I’ll make sure Haven stands above every other school. I’ll make you proud.” The words came from the heart. He’d always watched your back, always found ways to cover for you when things went wrong on missions. He deserved that much.
“Say hello to Cerise for me, will you?” Lionheart said, giving an awkward little wave as you turned to leave.
Cerise?
You stopped mid-step. “Sir, sorry? Didn’t you mean Kiwi?” The nurse’s name. The one who always gave you the strange pills and made you sleep and meditate.
“That’s what I said. Kiwi.” Lionheart’s tone was flat, quiet. Too quiet. The noise of the arena seemed to fade into nothing, as if the world had turned down its own volume.
Cerise. That name, it scratched at the back of your mind. You knew it. You remembered it.
Cerise was… a scientist. The one who’d helped you. The one who got hurt. How did you know that?
Oh, shit.
You were still in the illusion. The fucking illusion.
You tried to move, force your eyes to open wider, but they already were. You grabbed your head, fingers digging into your temples as if you could tear the fog away by force. Anything. You just needed to wake up.
“Shelly?” Lionheart’s voice broke through almost as if he was underwater, filled with concern. “Are you okay?”
That was the last thing you heard before the illusion shattered.
And when you finally opened your eyes, a small, bitter part of you wished you hadn’t.
All around you, corpses. Torn, mangled, shredded remains of the scientists who’d once been staring at the girl inside that cage. You recognized arms, legs, even heads all around the room, almost as if someone had picked up and used an oversized blender.
Your sabers were out, your hands wielding them. Their blades dripped with thick, dark blood. The smell was foul.
And Cerise… where the hell was Cerise?
You had her. You had her. Now? She was gone.
You scanned the room as your heart pounded, and there, she was sitting on the floor. The same pale-haired girl from before, calm as ever. Cerise’s body lay motionless across her lap. The girl’s delicate fingers brushed through Cerise’s red hair, studying her face with the idle curiosity of someone examining a broken toy.
Shit.
Fuck.
How did she get her? When?