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POV: Third person
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~Some time ago~
"Back off, beasts, back off! I have hostages and I won't hesitate to use them!"
With those words, the situation became highly tense.
"..."
Silence filled the room, but it was only the calm before the storm.
A storm so dangerous it could cost a life, and that was precisely why the one standing there did not hesitate to use everything available, pursuing only a single goal…
To survive.
Every second of silence only increased the pressure, and a sense of inevitability began to overwhelm the person fighting desperately for survival.
"H-hey!!, I said freeze! Don't you care about these hostages? Come on—beg for mercy."
The voice rose again, forcing confidence where there was clearly none.
"Help me~!"
"Y-yes… haah… help."
"..."
The captor used the hostages and even made them beg, though the way both voices sounded was unsettling; the first was strangely lax, while the second was heavy and labored with breath.
