BETRAY:ed.

SHE DIDN’T BOTHER OFFERING the idol group’s fan a passing glance, not even a cue or simple gesture that she was paying him any attention; she simply continued to read her magazine ( some shallow music publication she was skimming through, really ), chin resting on top of her hand, further ignoring his presence.

“All sold out. Sorry.”

“WHY ARE YOU running away?” A rhetorical question posed as a barely concealed threat; evident by the way A2 holds her blade towards the android’s neck, silently daring 2B to come closer.

“I BET 9S IS a Jessica fan.” Loser.

“STAND UP. We’re not finished here,” energy levels are depleting, yet without breaking a sweat, she maintains a cool face — a mask that hardly ever slips, if at all, even as each intake of breath grows heavy, almost too cumbersome to hide. “&. If you intend to stay, I promise this won’t be a good time. For you.”