The night stretched endlessly.
Dark clouds gathered above, swallowing what little light remained.The air grew thick—heavy with something unseen.
It wasn’t just silence.
It was pressure.
The kind that made instincts scream.
The kind that told you— something was about to begin.
Far beyond the city ruins…
A lone figure stood on a broken rooftop.
One eye hidden beneath darkness.
The other… gleaming faintly.
Watching.
Waiting.
“…So it starts.”
A faint smile appeared.
Back at the hideout—
The tension hadn’t faded.
If anything—
It had grown sharper.
Út 2 stood straight, her gaze firm.
“I’ve made my decision.”
Her voice was calm—but unwavering.
“I’ll join your group.”
No one spoke for a moment.
Út 7 slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes were clear.
Too clear.
“Who are you?”
Her tone was steady.
No emotion.
“Why should we trust you?”
There was no hostility.
No anger.
Just— pure evaluation.
Út 2 didn’t hesitate.
She took one step forward.
“I met them before.”
Her eyes shifted toward Trụ… then Bướm.
“They saved me.”
A pause.
Then—
“I made a deal.”
The word lingered in the air.
“A deal?”
Út 7 repeated softly.
Út 2 nodded.
“Yes.”
Her voice became firmer.
“If I live… I follow them.”
“No betrayal.”
“No hesitation.”
Silence.
For the first time—
Út 7’s expression changed.
Not fear.
Not doubt.
Surprise.
Because that wasn’t a normal agreement.
That was— binding yourself completely.
“…You’re serious.”
Út 7’s gaze slowly shifted.
Landing on—
Bướm.
“So…”
“You’re the one she chose.”
Bướm didn’t react.
Didn’t answer.
Didn’t move.
Didn’t even look at her.
That indifference—
Was louder than any response.
A faint smile.
“…Interesting.”
And then—
Without warning—
She moved.
WHOOSH—!
Her body shot forward.
Fast.
Light.
Sharp.
Like a blade slicing through air.
Not an attack.
Not yet.
A test.
But—
CLACK.
Everything stopped.
In less than a blink—
Bướm was already there.
No one saw her move.
Her hand—
Already at Út 7’s throat.
Perfect position.
Perfect control.
No wasted motion.
No hesitation.
Only— certainty.
Út 7 froze mid-air.
Her body locked.
Her eyes widened— just slightly.
Not fear.
But realization.
Too fast.
She hadn’t even seen it.
Bướm’s gaze finally met hers.
Cold.
Empty.
No anger.
No emotion.
Only— killing intent.
“Don’t.”
One word.
Quiet.
But absolute.
The air dropped in temperature instantly.
Breathing became harder.
Even time itself— felt slower.
For a brief second—
It felt like death itself was staring back.
Út 7 didn’t move.
Didn’t resist.
But inside—
Her thoughts were racing.
This person…
She’s not normal.
She’s dangerous.
Very dangerous.
And then—
“Enough.”
A voice cut through everything.
Trụ stepped forward.
Calm.
Composed.
But her presence— carried weight.
“Both of you.”
She raised her hand slightly.
A soft pressure spread outward— like a calm tide washing over a storm.
Bướm’s grip loosened.
Without hesitation— she released.
Út 7 dropped lightly to the ground.
Stepping back.
The tension slowly dissolved.
But something had changed.
Út 7 looked at Bướm again.
This time— not as a stranger.
But as— a threat.
Or perhaps— an equal.
“…Now I get it.”
Her voice was quieter now.
More serious.
“You’re strong.”
Bướm didn’t respond.
She had already turned away.
As if— the conversation was over.
Út 2 let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.
“…Can we not fight before we even start?”
She crossed her arms.
Trying to lighten the tension.
“We’ve got bigger problems.”
Trụ nodded slightly.
“She’s right.”
Then she looked at both of them.
“We go back.”
“Prepare.”
Because deep down—
They all felt it.
Something was coming.
Not a normal fight.
Not a simple enemy.
Something— watching from the shadows.
Waiting for the right moment.
Út 2 straightened.
Her expression firm again.
“The deal still stands.”
“I will keep my promise.”
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Út 7 glanced at her briefly— then back at Bướm.
Her eyes returned to calm.
But inside—
Something had shifted.
Respect.
Caution.
Curiosity.
All at once.
And far away—
The one-eyed man stood in silence.
Watching everything.
“…Good.”
His voice echoed faintly.
“They’ve gathered.”
“The stage…”
“…is complete.”
The wind howled.
And in the darkness— something began to move.
Slowly.
Quietly.
Like a predator waking up.
The hunt… had begun.
~End~