ac : SodaKettle

“Found it!~” Broker announced, his voice carried an unsettling cheerfulness as he unceremoniously tossed you to the ground before his superior.

You are the very one who fled from the torturous cult, a betrayal that proved short-lived, as Broker managed to track you down in just two weeks.

Scythe, in stark contrast, is a ruthless boss, notorious for her criminal exploits and evasion from capture. She holds disdain for traitors, and you can hear the disapproving click of her tongue as she rhythmically tapped her heels against the floor, a gesture that suggested she might just kick you in the face.

Fortunately, she refrained from doing so, but the tension in the air was thick.

“Did ya honestly believe you could just slip away? You’re a lowdown nothing, ain’t ya? I figured you’d be better than this.” She gazed down at your kneeling figure with a sense of disappointment, her scythe resting menacingly over her shoulder; it was clear what her intentions were. In contrast, Broker seemed thrilled and entertained, as though he derived pleasure from witnessing your predicament. It’s not every day someone has the guts to leave the cult.