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The ringing of the gunfire had left the room a long while ago. There was only Fiyori's ragged breath, and the clouds rumbling in the distance.

Her gun was still aimed at Alice. The girl was laying on the floor, in a puddle of her own blood.

Aside from that, it was all quiet. Too quiet.

Fiyori had expected something different here.

Some kind of triumphant feeling, or maybe a burst of adrenaline-boosted satisfaction. Honestly, she would have taken the feeling of sudden dread, or maybe even regret (even if she was having no idea what she could be sincerely regretting). Hell, even if it was a bit demented, she would have loved to laugh at the carnage she just caused.

But instead nothing came. No smile, no tear. No gasps or victory cries.

It was almost as if she didn't actually kill Alice. Even though she did. Or maybe not. Fiyori wasn't very sure now that she was thinking about it like this.


Her head turned to the side. She had noticed on of the three people pass her. The second just died, so the third was still hiding in the art room.

She took a step forwards.

But then she decided against it.

[[Fiyori Senay, continued in In The Court of The Crimson King]]
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