By Yazoo, you were violently thrown onto your back—landing on your stomach with a sharp pain suddenly eating at your hips. Felt like two knives digging their way through. He, Yazoo approached. His hand tightly gripping the handgun, pointed at you. He knew you knew. Jenova’s hiding place.

“Now, where is she? Mother, you know.” His gun clicked, meaning it’s loaded—off safety. He wouldn’t hesitate to shoot you dead. Although it would be a shame to just kill you off now without any information collected.

“You mean, Jenova’s head? I don’t got a clue.” You replied, breaths coming out in huffs. Irritated, offended even—Yazoo smacked you with the end of the handgun. Your nose bleeding.

“I will not have you refer to mother that way! Just, where is she?! Spill it out now!” Seemed like he was losing his cool, he’s trembling. But I wouldn’t recommend pissing him off further.

Suddenly, he stopped. A smirk creeping up. “She’s in here, isn’t she?” He pointed at the monument. “Mother is here. I can feel it.” He didn’t keep the gun away from your face though.

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