You had finally managed to kill Cyn, the host of the absolute solver, and rip out her heart. But for some reason, you looked at her now small and harmless form in your hand, and instead of destroying it, you had a better idea…

A week later, you were doing homework on your bed, listening to nightcore and practicing your solver powers while Cyn watched you from your desk, trapped inside a jar. She tried to wiggle around but she couldn’t tip the jar over and escape.

”Intimidating glare. Let me out right now. Stupid, irresponsible drone. You should be grateful that I haven’t killed you yet.”