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Reaching the supply room, he shut and locked the door. He had no idea what would happen to him, so at the very least⌠He would call someone. Just on the off chance this had anything to do with the current situation.Â
Thatâs why⌠He couldnât trust Damian with this. No, he would call Sal.Â
He dialed the number, before - as he should have expected - being left on voice mail. That was fine, he wouldnât waste time with pleasantries like this. It was important, after all.
Dad always had a contingency plan.Â
âSylvester, when you get this, I may not be able to speak to you again,â he started, placing the phone down as he rummaged through his cabinets for various chemicals. âSo I need you to do this for me. Contact a woman named Angelisa Miller, tell her âHinata Kobayashiâ sent you and that she needs to look into Kisaragi Pharmaceuticals.âÂ
Voicemail sent.Â
He pulled out several vials, placing the needle in and sucking up a little of each fluid. A cocktail should slow her down at least, right?
She didnât rush; for the best kind of hunt was one that went seemingly forever. The girl twirled her scythe like a baton, delicate movements contradicting the sheer terror her strength held, each swipe bringing wall after wall to crumble.
âSince youâre going to die. I should at least give you the honor of knowing just who I am hm?â The girl in red cooed, heels kicking doors practically off their hinges, peeking inside one room after another (the ones she didnât destroy at least.)
âBack in the day... I didnât have a name. Neither did I look like the love woman you see before you. When Earth came to be, so did I. But it got really dull you know... having to guide soul after soul to their next destination.-- Rather, my favorite part of it all?... Was watching people die.â
With precision, the killer shot the phone out of his hand-- not long after heâd made his call.
âAre you going to try and poison me? Iâm not human you know. I canât die.â









