(5) Nico

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Nico was really confused. The girl kept screaming blindly, swinging her scythe wildly. "Goddammit Eva-" Cleo started, but city of when the girl-Eva he assumed-stepped forward, not talking. "Cleo, you... Why are you here?" She asked, silently but in fury. "Uh... Excuse me..." Nico said stepping in. "Who exactly are you?" He asked the girl, who kept pulling her sleeved down, and running her hands through her hair, a nervous tick he guessed. "I am Eva Rupert." She said shooting daggers at all of them. "Who are you? Cleo's gang?" She asked. "No, we're all just friends." Mi cut in. "Why are you so mad at Cleo?" She asked, a whip, her weapon most likely, now out. Nico took his sword out too. "Yeah." Nico said trying to help in the conversation. "Ask Cleo, she knows." She said bitterly. "Mind telling us a bit about yourself?" Nico asked Eva. "Well, I'm 16. That's all I'm gonna tell you." She said turning her nose up. To be honest, Nico thought she was a bit of a snob. He rolled his eyes. "Cleo explain." He sighed, turning to her.

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