Chapter 101: If Only
"I don’t like this," Ksenia declared.
"Me neither, but money is money and the guild is the guild," Leon said to her. Ksenia was ticked-off by his response and crossed her arms, glaring at the man in front of her. "Hey, don’t blame me! I serve Spectre number uno! Number one is much scarier than number three."
Kazi understood. More than anyone, he understood the unfairness of reality. He hated being the one to be responsible for it too. However, in this case, it was to fight a greater evil. He glanced back at Sun-young and the excruciating pain she was in. ’A much greater evil.’
John Smith, slowly getting untied by Booker, his gentlemen smile a permanent feature of his face. Not wanting to chance danger, they kept his arms bound tightly. His hair was slightly unkempt and as soon as John was able to stand he asked for a comb. No one relented.
"I will be watching you." A thinly veiled threat was at the forefront of Ksenia’s remark.
"Me too," Nash added. "I might have let it slide for today, but if I ever see your face again, it’s a death sentence. You hear me?"
John smiled. "Duly noted."
It was done. Everybody agreed to let John go. It was the sad reality of every world: money talked. Money bribed and changed people.
The scenario had not ended yet. It was almost sunrise, the world waking up to the sight of the players. Once the ball of light appeared, he was sure it would be the end of the scenario. Until then, it was up to Kazi, Sun-young, and William to watch over John. The objective was over, so killing wasn’t an option for the elderly man.
"I owe you a tremendous debt," John said, arms tightly behind him. "So...what is it that you want? I presume it has to do with the murders? Paul perhaps? The light that came from his heart?"
The heart that kept beating despite losing the body. Kazi didn’t understand it, so he stashed it in his inventory, as disgusting as it was.