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"I've always have that thought about you, that I don't want to remember you longer, than I have ever known you."
Seina was never ordinary
unpredictable, an emotional rollercoaster, heartbreakingly beautif...
CHAPTER FORTY It's not chaos yet, but an elegant form of ruin
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Seina stood frozen in place, staring at the television screen.
"Welcome to the game."
The words burned into her vision, looping over and over in her mind.
Her chest tightened.
Shit.
Chishiya. She needed to find him.
Her legs moved before she could think, her breath short and uneven as she shoved open the door.
The Beach was already shifting, the atmosphere growing heavier, more suffocating with every passing second.
And then—
She spotted them. Chishiya and Kuina, coming toward her from the other side of the hall. Their expressions were grim, their eyes sharp with understanding.
They had put the pieces together just as quickly. They were trapped.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Then Seina exhaled sharply and forced a grin, trying to inject some levity into the situation, even if it was completely and utterly hopeless.
"Well," she said, tilting her head. "Looks like I don't have to find a game. On the bright side, I always wanted to die in style. And what's more stylish than a Ten of Hearts game?"
Kuina shot her a deadpan look. "That's the joke you're going with right now?"
Seina shrugged. "I panic in my own special way."
Chishiya, standing just beside her, didn't so much as smirk. His eyes lingered on her longer than usual, scanning her face like he was trying to assess something.
Her pulse stuttered. Before she could say anything else, a distant commotion caught their attention.
Shouting. Footsteps. Movement toward the main hall. Exchanging quick glances, the three of them moved.
Seina's heartbeat pounded in her ears as they reached the open space, stepping onto the mezzanine that overlooked the crowd below.
And there—
Lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by a growing number of Beach members—
Momoka.
Her body was twisted at an unnatural angle, her once-bright eyes dull and unseeing, knife in her chest. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, a mix of confusion, horror, and speculation.
