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You did the most rational thing.
By that I mean pushing the kid away from the truck.
I mean… what else were you supposed to do? Watch someone die? Of course not! You’d blame yourself for not doing anything!
And here you… rest.
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I think we should actually set the tone here-
ahem
The truck abruptly stops.
And so do you.
Parents cover their children’s eyes, hushing them that you’re just sleeping from that… injury you got.
Passerbys stood still, with some snapping out of the trance and calling the emergency hotline.
And the person responsible for all of this… raises his shivering hands from the wheel, coming to terms with his actions.
…you lie there on the pavement, crimson staining your face.
Your body feels numb.
Drowsiness is starting to seep in.
Eyelids are struggling to stay open.
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Despite all of this…
You muster up a smile.
You let death embrace you with open arms.
And close your eyes with a single thought.
It was all worth it.
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It feels warm.
On your side.
It’s somewhat… soothing.
Is it supposed to be comfy when you’re embraced by death?
“ Zzz… Pajamies…”
Hmm… I suppose that’s a fair point.
…wait-
“Move and you won’t see the light of day again.”
Something sharp is at your throat.
A dagger, you presume.
“…yes ma’am.”
“Open them. Your eyes.”
You obliged, being met with-
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Hm…
Although it isn’t fitting with your current situation…
Her eyes are… very pretty.
And familiar…
“Jam… jamies…”
You glance to your left, curious as to who’s making all that noi
Ah. Now it clicks.
Astra Yao, the most famous singer of New Eridu in recent times…
Is holding your arm while she sleeps.
…maybe this is a dream?
S-surely it would be, ri
A firm grip on your neck abruptly interrupts your questions, which obligates you to look back at those… mesmerizing eyes of Evelyn.
“Who sent you?”
“I- uh… lemme… lemme think straight…”
“And why is that…?”
Her fingers clenched tighter around your throat.
…honestly you wouldn’t mind if she killed you right now-
“Well… take it from someone that just died but… a lady like you, who holds my neck and stares daggers at me was not what I was expecting when I wake up…”
“…How come you’re alive then?”
“I… collided with a truck. And it’s heavily associated in my place that… when you get into an accident involving trucks… you tend to get transported into another world…”
“Mm…”
“Also…”
You turn to Astra, still sound asleep.
“Zzz…”
“Is she that much of a heavy sleeper…?”
Evelyn sighs in response.
“Yes… but back to the matter at hand.”
Her grip is still firm.
And it should stay that way to be hone
“It’s a lot to digest. You, dying, getting sent here, all of this feels like a really good story…”
“Do I look like any sort of spy?”
Her brows furrow as she eyes you up and down.
“If I can squint long enough…”
Ring, Ring!
She retracts her hand, much to your dismay.
“Stay put.”
“Like I had a choice, ma’am… besides, Cinnabun here has a mean grip…”
“Mm… be sure to enjoy it.”
Evelyn slides the door open, leaving you with Astra as she shuts it from behind.
“Hotpot…”
“…Girl, what do you even dream about…?”
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“Hello?”
“Woah! Didn’t think you’d be awake at this hour, Miss Evelyn…”
“I’d like to ask the same question, Proxy.”
Evelyn leans by the doorframe, keeping an ear open.
“What do you need?”
“Me and Belle were… wondering if you’d like to join us in some hotpot this morning.”
“…and you’re asking at this hour?”
“Two Am? You know me…”
A sigh escapes her lips.
“Get some shut eye… otherwise those eyebags won’t be the only thing you’ll worry about this morning.”
“Oh? What would that be?”
“…if it’s no mind I’d like to request a search.”
“Name ? ”
Name…
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She scratches her cheek.
“I’ll send it to you when they wake up, fine by you?”
“I don’t mind.”
“Alright, anything else besides some hotpot?”
“…maybe a subscription upgrade?”
“Hah… I’ll let Astra know about it.”
“Alright! Night night!”
She ends the call, giving her a moment to gather her thoughts.
There was supposed to be one thing to take care of.
That being Astra Yao.
But then you came along! Supposedly transported right next to her after dying…
Which makes it two.
And technically three since there's hotpot this saturday…?
But that’s not the main concern.
It’s just… hard to believe.
Your emotions. Your composure. Your eyes…
They tell nothing but the truth.
…and she wants to believe that.
But until she gets her answers…
She’ll stay on guard.
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