Chapter 83: Arc 2, - 61: Control
Snuggling her scarf closer to her neck, the redhead in the blue trench coat walked out of the carriage. A hand above her eyes, she checked the Krialin Station sign.
She glanced around, this place was usually, packed... Regardless, some people went about their business—the Ordinate tower loomed in the distance.
"Hm. Slow day," she pushed past the doors... A front desk, cubicles in the back. She had been to this Krialin Station one too many times.
It was either this one or the one in East Kria. Her gaze went to the stairs leading down—the holding cells. Lights were on, files and papers scattered...
But where were the people? Hotaru got closer, leaning over the front desk, phone silent as a mouse. Then who called her? Her eyes widened, "If you're hiding somewhere, show yourself!"
Her voice echoed into the empty station. Heartbeats ran a marathon—she checked her watch with a gulp. Fumeko did say the Krialin were in on it...
She had evidence, enough to put them all away for a long, long time if not a death penalty for aiding in a war crime... "But no hard evidence," she justified, walking past the desk.
Every corner she checked. The doors to the public was one good sprint away, but not if she walked any further in. Water formed at her fingertips...
"I didn't realize this was a trap from the start... Then again, if I didn't come... Show yourself! I'm here!" If she could just get one face, one report; it would be enough.
End this case for good; it's already tried to kill her twice... Healing magic for herself, or if she decides to fight the undead that would appear around... that corner!
Nope, nothing. Ears kept sharp, they would look like crimson horns from behind—her tail akin to a red cactus at this point. "Fine," she strode forward, checking through what papers were there.