= Kia's POV =

"Don't leave." I choke out, trying to reach out a hand. He kept walking, ignoring my loud cries and sobs.

I tried to blink away the tears, only having to see more figures walk along with his silhouette. The figures laughed cheerfully, turned away from me.

"Pathetic. You're pathetic."

"I'm..."

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I shot my eyes open, feeling the cold sweat drip from my head. My head throbbed, a painful groan escaping my lips as I held my head.

"What...the fuck was that? A nightmare..?" I mumbled, wiping my brow. I blinked away my drowsiness, trying to rub my eyes.

I felt an odd comfort, like sitting in front of a cozy, warm fireplace in winter. But then it hit me.

Literally.

I tried to stand, but instead hit something made of wood. I clutched my head and hissed quietly at the pain, feeling a small bump form.

"Great way to wake up, huh?" I grumbled, rubbing the small injury. I took a quick glance around, checking the surroundings.

I was in a rather small looking room, obviously not mine since I don't have one (anymore).

A warm blanket covered me halfway up, covering me just right up until my waist. A blinked a bit, curiously wondering how I got here.

If I was carried here, how? I'm as heavy as a cow. Rhymes.

I carefully sat up and hopped off the bed, folding the blanket and neatly placing it near the pillow. I took another look around, seeing the very clean room.

Except for the pile of clothes in the corner, the place was as clean as spring.

A redstone torch was placed on the wall, softly lighting up the entire room. The door creaked open, a brighter lighting shining through the doorway.

I quickly cocked my head over to the door, seeing a dark silhouette standing in the middle of the door. The figure was rather short, very short actually, a tray in hand.

"Up already? Well, it is morning, so, yeah." The figure spoke, their voice squeaky. They came in and placed the tray on a nearby desk, their black locks just messily swinging around.

"You're confused, aren't you? 'Who the hell is this? WHAT THE FUCK??' " She stated, flailing her arms around dramatically.

I raised a brow, staring confused. Dang, this kid can tell things just by faces, huh?

"More characters in your little story, in your little world." She muttered, crossing her arms.

"Well, SORRY, lady. Think that you can just give up and start saying 'I hate this world, I'll just leave' and be selfish? WELL EXCUSE YOU, PRINCESS." (excusemyreferences) She glared, making me sit down and stare confused.

"I'm not letting you be an attention whore and end your life thinking that no one will be bothered by it." She continued, making different hand gestures as she goes.

I stayed quiet, still staring intently. "'Something feels wrong', 'That house seems even more quiet than usual', just like that."

She continued to rant on even more, but I didn't pay attention right after ahe muttered the word "that".

She eventually finished, hands shoved inside the pockets of her hoodie. I listened to every word, bored.

"Alllriiight. I have no idea if that is related to me on being here in a stranger's home, but good effort on a worthless rant." (SHE'S AWARE OF THE FILLERS) I halfheartedly smiled, but quickly faded into a poker face.

"Anyway, one question, why am I here and not on the top of an ashen base of a house?" I asked, still quietly sitting down on the bed.

"Because I didn't leave you to die, that's why." She simply replied, taking a glance by the tray she held a few moments back.

"Go on and eat the mushroom soup, it'll get cold soon." She simply stated befire turning her heel to leave.

"H-Hold onto your horses, shorty." I quickly interrupted her action, making her turn around with a glare.

"I'M NOT THAT SHORT GODDAMMIT!" She bellowed, making me chuckle.

"You're a foot shorter than me 'lil buddy." I grinned, but quickly shook it off with a slight glare.

"But really, why?" I asked more sternly, hands shoved in my pockets in case of emergency.

She continued to stare, but softened her glare just slightly. She walked out of the room, leaving me in the dimly lit bedroom.

I sighed and took the bowl of soup, leaving the room to follow. "Come on, shorty. I don't have time for--"

I pursed my lips, staring at the figure.

Short, black hair, a dark blue hoodie.

Yep, this is the recruit. The one who took care of Mitch.

Ayame Brine.

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are you proud of me mOM
i'm doing this while i'm having exams lelel ishouldstudy
anyway have a shitty chapter
with a cameo from a side character in  the previous book :^)))