The hideout of the rebellion was filled with the stench of blood and smoke. Groans of the wounded echoed faintly through the dim, candle-lit room.
"LINAAA!!!"
BANG!
The door slammed open as a man in a tattered black suit stormed inside, his voice trembling with rage.
"Kane."
Lina's tone was calm—too calm.
"Just where the hell were you?!" Kane bellowed, veins bulging on his forehead. "What were you doing when the operation started?! You were supposed to be there!"
Lina didn't flinch. Her crimson eyes glimmered faintly in the flickering light, her expression unreadable.
"I had things to take care of."
"Things to—?" Kane's fist slammed against the wall, cracking the wood. "Don't give me that crap! Why didn't you show up when you were supposed to?!"
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp as a blade.
"…Why are you so angry, Kane? The mission failed because of your own poor planning."
"Poor planning?!" he roared. "Do you even know how many people died out there?!"
