July 3rd, 2032 | The Special Forces | 4 Days Until the Rapture
Kiera watched Kaze prepping the main training grounds from the rooftop, kicking her legs off the edge with an awkward expression on her face.
She desperately wanted to know where he went during the night and how long he was gone, but—it was none of her business!
The beautiful, pink-haired woman knew how clingy and toxic she was being, but—it bothered the hell out of her!
"Hey, Kazey…." Kiera called out hesitantly, "Um… Woah, whoa-whoa-woah!
What twisted flavor of Salam witchcraft was that!?"
Kaze pulled multiple pallets of white clothing store mannequins.
After a wave of his hand, the dummies radiated gold, and a black droplet developed in each dummy's center.
Like falling droplets of ink, they expanded outward, covering the entire surface until the mannequins were a glossy black color.
It was surreal to watch.
"Hmmm?" Kaze hummed, "Why do you sound so intense?"
Her face heated up, realizing she had transposed her intense emotions onto her surprise.