#||mingyu threads

[mixlyra-blog]

❛❛ how can i trust you? ❜❜

“You can’t.” Shouldn’t, would be a more accurate word to describe things. “But I guess, the choice is ultimately up to you, not me.” The strangest yawn overtook her lips as she stretched lightly as she tilted her head back slightly to glance at the male, long lashed eyes scrutinizing his features, the emotion in them tired but weary.

“I’m the worst person to trust, considering that I don’t have any memories. My past is like a blank sheet of paper, with occasional flashbacks and lots of unreliability. So if you’re looking for someone to tell you more about the history of Myeongcho or anything related to the past, I’m not the most trustworthy person to gather the information from.” Lyra rolled the pencil up and down the table with  a light pout, a sigh murmuring from her lips in boredom as she sat at the table in Friends for Myeongcho, glancing up periodically at the male. “Also, I only arrived in the island a few weeks ago, even though I’ve had many people come up to me thinking that I’m whoever that girl that disappeared 6 year ago was, I have no idea who the hell she is. Anyway--” Another uncontrolled yawn overtook her lips as she gave a squeal as she stretched her limbs. 

“Sorry, I know that you wanted some information, that’s why you came to me. But I suck at that, unless its more of the recent events.” 

[mixlyra-blog]

infiltrator

“You seem new down here.” If there was anything that Lyra was good at--that would be easily recognizing faces around Hydrus. Afterall, she was paid to kill people, and in the process of doing such killings, she needed to be able to remember clearly whose faces were her specific targets.

Unfortunately for this common sneak who was sneaking into the Hydrus departments--Lyra already made it a point to memorise every face that she’d met for Hydrus, even before she had been tasked to arrive and assimilate with the gang and its members. She couldn’t afford not to know her members--that would be a potentially fatal thing should she have been on a mission.

Knowing one’s allies were the basics of hitmen. Lyra flexed her fingers nonchalantly. So all it was left, was for her to find out the reason behind why this little thief? Sneak? Decided that it was fun to sneak into the headquarters of another gang. They could have been innocent civilians--but Lyra refused to think of that. After all, the Hydrus headquarters weren’t very easy to identify, and no one in the right mind would come to a former clothing factory for some minor, playful escapades. 

Unless they were secretive and kinky as hell, of course, but Lyra didn’t buy that.

“So care to tell me how I don’t recognise your face from one of our initiates, or any of our other Hydrus members, as a matter of fact?” She tilts her head, eyes wide and innocent as she played with the gun in her hand, muttering incomprehensible words as she disassembled and assembled the gun with practiced ease.