Chapter 24.5 - Two Men One Chair

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5 years ago

Your POV


Again, I woke up on this man's bed. He sleeps on his couch. It's rare to have him oversleep until this afternoon.

Yes, I've been here like 3 months and still have no clue about that novelist.

Clueless...

This place has no hope for me. Maybe that novel just there without a reason.

In my investigation, this place has no clue related to that novel or either that novelist.

But, before I leave this place... I will go for that leader. He seems know something about this.

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"Do you like that novel?"

"But I don't have the next part..."

"Then, why don't you write it by yourself?"

"Who are you?"

A cat...

"I'm a cat."

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Because he didn't wake up, I tried to left this room, so I can freely just wondering around this place.

"Don't you dare to step outside."

He's awake?!

"You could just kick me, if you're awake. What's going on?" I asked.

"Shut up, slut." He sits on his couch.

He seems soulless everyday. But, sometimes in front of some people he shows his goofy sides.

And why is he always wrapped his body with bandages and stuffs?

"Today, we will have a mission in an old town."

"Oh? What we'll gonna do?"

He stand and steps outside. I followed him. But, when we walked... suddenly my stomach growled loudly.

"Could you just keep that down a bit, slut?"

"I don't have choice, who in the world can control their own body language?" He sighed and dragged me.

He drags me into a small alley. And tossed me an onigiri.

"Eat it, that's mine."

"Where's yours?" He sighed and looks annoyed.

"Just eat that, dammit..."

I nodded and eat it while he watched me. Did he even can get slow on me?

After I finished eat the onigiri, we start to walk again.

We got into the place, and then suddenly several people with guns surrounded us.

"Watch your head." He said.

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