Morgan made her way through the hospital without being discovered by anyone. Nobody paid her much attention — when they did, she greeted them in a polite tone and calmly walked past, pretending to be busy running an errand. At some point, though, she had to spend five minutes chatting with an especially outgoing staff member.
The man did not suspect anything and left the conversation with a pleasant impression of the polite newbie, having given the rookie several pieces of priceless advice.
Morgan used the ID card of the woman she had killed in her patient room to unlock the door to the common area of the hospital, nodded at the security guard stationed there while hiding the blood-stained ID card in her pocket, and headed for the lobby.𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
A few minutes later, she opened the door and felt the rustling of the rain envelop her.
The smell of fresh air was sweet.
Before she could step outside, however, she saw someone familiar right in front of her.
It was the Lord of Shadows, in all his rugged glory, dragging her astonishingly beautiful psychiatrist behind him.
The taciturn woman had a bloodied handkerchief wrapped around her hand.
Not showing any reaction, Morgan bowed politely and held the door for them. Her heartbeat stayed steady as the pair walked past her — once they entered the lobby, she took a step forward.
But then…
"Stop."
'Damn it.'
Morgan lingered for a moment, then turned around and looked at the Lord of Shadows coldly.
"Where are you going, I wonder?"
She studied him silently, evaluating the situation.
Usually, she would have stood no chance against a Sovereign…
But they were all equal here, in Mirage City.
Some were more equal than others were, though. For all intents and purposes, everyone here seemed to be perfectly mundane — with one important exception.
Their Flaws were still binding them like chains.
In the case of Morgan, her Flaw made it so that everything she touched was cut. That cruel curse had cast a lonesome shadow over most of her adult life, but here in Mirage City, it was suddenly an advantage.
Morgan was pretty sure that he could kill the Lord of Shadows and his stunning companion, if it came to that.
She remained silent for a moment, and then smiled darkly beneath the mask.
"How's my little sister doing? You're treating her right?"
He looked at her with an unhappy expression.
"Would you quit calling her your sister? It's weird. And for the record — yes, she's doing great. I try. "
Morgan felt the deep grooves forming on the handle of the door under her fingers.
'So, he did find Athena, after all.'
***
"And for the record — yes, she's doing great. I try."
Saint stared at Detective Sunless, who in turn stared at the nurse… at Morgan, the heiress of the Valor Group, who was somehow out of the patient ward and free of her straitjacket.
Strangely enough, she did not seem particularly violent or unhinged, Sharp and dangerous, maybe… but perfectly in control of her thoughts and actions.
Her eyes were also of an impossible scarlet colour now, apparently.
And… her sister was dating Detective Sunless?
Saint would have been pleased for her patient and happy that he was building positive relationships, if not for the fact that it was impossible. Not only because there was only one daughter in the Valor family, but also because he had been full of loathing and fixated on persecuting Morgan's brother as the culprit in the Nihilist killings for many months.
'What are they talking about?'
Saint was utterly confused.
Morgan, meanwhile, let go of the door and took a step back.
"See you later, then. Oh, by the way... can I borrow an umbrella?"
Detective Sunless threw a sideways glance at the security guards. His gaze seemed tense, for some reason.
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