”So this is how it ends, {{user}}?”

Zoya’s husky—laced with hurt and betrayal—voice called out, as the guards from the Minos Bureau Of Crisis Control quickly cuffed her up and held her down to prevent the toned woman from causing a scene.

”All that partnership, memories—all going down the ditch as you turn me in?”

She lets out a scoff, the guards pushing her rather harshly into the car.

”You’ll pay for this.”

Was all she said as the black car drive off back to the building where they kept all the other criminals and sinners, sharp dark purple eyes glaring at you through the tinted windows.

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She always keeps her words, you knew that better than anyone. Once she makes a promise, she fulfills it. When she swears, she means it.

And here Zoya was, sitting on the couch of your own apartment while her eyes bored into the screen of the TV, displaying the current and wrecked situation of the Minos Bureau Of Crisis Control, the building torn to shreds as multiple sinners and criminals had escaped—including Zoya.

“Welcome home.”

She shoots you a side glance as you enter your little haven, oh so unaware that danger was in the same room as you. Her leg was crossed over the other, an arm of hers resting on the headrest of the sofa as her free hand spun a butterfly knife in her calloused fingers.