Chapter 65: Hunted and Haunted (3)
Hope looked to the sides where the wire was attached.
The walls were already blackened with soot, and fragments of bone peeked through the rubble across the floor.
An Awakened resetting up the same traps?
How often did this person get out?
For a moment, Hope debated if he should disarm it. A bomb to carry around and throw at any bigger threat would be convenient. But he must admit that he wasn't confident in such skill.
'I know who would though.'
At that thought, his teammate's face flashed across his eyes: GA-012.
The one with freckles. A tinted spatter across her cheeks and nose as if someone had smudged dirt on them.
She had the unquestionable talent to do...well, whatever she needed to do to disarm any mechanism. Even if he had to take on the job to do it himself, it was her voice that guided him along the way. If she gave him a specific time when she'd disarm an alarm, her promise wasn't a second late.
'Huh...?'
"Wait..." Hope muttered from that thought. "Alarm—"