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"Long time no see."
"Fuck you."
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After three years, Alyona finds herself back in New York after fleeing from the memories it left behind. With the killer of her best friend still not brought to justice, Alyona w...
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ROWAN OF ALL people still tends to me. It's like they assigned him as my keeper or whatever specifically because they know he pisses me off.
It's terrible.
Then again I guess they're good thinkers because of it.
"You uh...you want like antibiotics or something?" Rowan asks me.
Alyona's set out to do something. I don't know what. Liza left a while ago with Irons. They didn't tell me. I'm still locked up in the back - but I hear everything. If I didn't hear anything I might go insane.
"Antibiotics?" I repeat.
"Yeah for your, like, body. Look at you."
"I can't fucking look at me, I'm tied to a chair." I bite.
"Yeah, I can see that." Rowan grins, walking further into the room and closing the door behind him.
"Oh, god." I groan when he takes a seat on the ground in front of me.
"Jesus, what gives man? I haven't done shit to you." He mutters, pulling out...a puzzle board. He's pulling out a puzzle board and laying it out in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"I'm doing this puzzle." He says nonchalantly, head down and focusing on the pieces.
"Why would you-" I cut myself off and just stop bothering. The reason literally doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore.
"...so what is it?" I ask despite myself.
"Denji from Chainsaw Man." He responds.
"Who from what now?"
"It's an anime about this guy who's kind of like a chainsaw." Rowan shrugs.
"Wow I...I actually thought it was going to be a metaphor not...not a...so like he just turns into the object?" I find myself mildly interested.
"No, the blades come out of his arms and forehead." Rowan answers.
"Ouch."
"Yeah, he loses a lot of blood."
And then everything is silent. I watch in silence as he rearranges the puzzle, flips pieces around, clicks them together. It's weirdly soothing.
Take away the fact that I'm wounded and tied to a chair. At least Rowan ran water over my wounds and wiped the blood off. Even if he was told to just so Alyona could come in and paint me red in a different way.
She's tried a lot of things. A lot.
If I knew where my father was - if I knew anything about him - I definitely would have given it up by now. The things that Alyona comes up with are just...pure sadism.
