interrogation

Even at a moment like this where it's raining cats and dogs the people of Buldigst continue their commemoration of new life. Meanwhile on top of the tall buildings of Buldigst a chase is currently taking place. The pursuer, a woman dressed in a green royal Victorian dress, is swiftly chasing the fugitive, looking at him like prey to be devoured.

The young Bolter, exhausted beyond believe, is running for his live, jumping from rooftop to rooftop. He is not a person blessed with special physical characteristics, especially compared to those freaks born in this age. Adrenaline however is keeping him alive at the moment.

If the pursuer so wanted to, this would have been long over already, she however enjoys playing around. The man knows this very well, he knows it's over already and yet he continuous to pray for a miracle.

Unfortunately, a miracle is not to be found for men such as him.

The young man trips over a tile on the roof. He finds himself in free fall, his pursuer has caught up to him.

The young man closes his eyes. "I reallyy do not like being spied upon, y'know?~" With those words she cuts him from his shoulder to his kidney with her sword, severing his body in two.

Atleast,

That is what you should have happened. Almost as if the cut was negated to nothing, the man, with a body still whole, falls towards the trees below.

"!!~" The woman looks suprised, stupefied, mad and happy. "So there exists another one like that?~ Well now I can't kill him, even I got principles~~" she turns around, slowly fading into the rampant background of the city, returning to wherever she came from. "Good luck boy!~ do be careful, the others won't be as graceful as me~"

I wake up with a bright light shining directly at my face. Currently I'm tied to a chair, with the light only illuminating a small part of the room, making the rest of the room appear to be a deep darkness. In front of me stands a woman dressed up as a makeshift olden-world detective, behind her stands a man in just normal clothing.

The woman takes a seat in front of me, with the chair facing the opposite direction. She slams her hand on the table. "Tell me boy, why did you come to this place?!" She tries to say with a rough face. Meanwhile she radiates a white colour.

I'll be honest, I don't know what's happening. One moment I'm being chased by that woman dressed in that weird dress and the next moment I wake up with these people — who are very clearly not part of the CBP — in front of me. Well, it does not matter, all I need to know is that I need to escape.

"Hmm, not talking huh?" She snaps her fingers. "Show him the pictures." The man standing behind the woman walks into the darkness and comes back with a digiboard. On the digiboard are multiple pictures extracted from my camera, specifically those I took of CBP members.

"You took my camera!"

The man, radiating an unique black shade, shrugs. "Well those things happen when you fall into someone else's backyard."

The woman walks towards the digiboard and starts pointing towards the pictures. "All pictures of members of the CBP committing crimes aren't they?" So she knows about the CBP.. there isn't a person within Oviel who knows about the CBP whose sole job it isn't to keep it a secret. This might be a bit more difficult to get out of than I thought. If only I could have a sigaret right now, it always helps me think clearly.

"Continuing to keep silent? You do understand the severity of this right? If they know about this, and they clearly do considering your wounds, they won't rest until they find you, again. Within Oviel the CBP has total control over the flow of information, if for even a second you walk within the background of a security camera's sight they'll pinpoint your location in a matter of moments." She is entirely right, within Oviel the CBP is all-powerful. But why does that matter? Does that mean one has to give up on their convictions? What kind of weakwilled human would ever do that? I will continue to do what I think is right, it's as simply as that. Why would I have to listen to some woman dressed in a silly outfit?

"HAHAHA! That's a very nice expression! yet.." out of nowhere a sword appears, piercing my heart. "You will die here, your struggle is useless. Just die knowing that soon a terror will appear that not even the CPB could survive."

Die? I can't. I haven't done what I was supposed to do yet. Who is gonna tell everyone the @-&#*?

The @-&#* . It must be delivered. The entire universe must know the @-&#*.

Flowers start blooming from the freshly made wound, the injury to the heart I just sustained and all the wounds inflicted upon me by that weirdly dressed woman start healing.

Soon after my wounds healed the flowers started to dissipate, like a star fading from the sky after having done its duty.

The man, who had not said much until now, flashed a bright green and starts laughing until tears start falling from his eyes. "Looks like he won Anna." He takes the sword from the speechless' girls hand and walks behind me. With one quick slash he cuts the rope tying me to the chair. "I don't know how you did that, but that was absolutely magnificent. Her sword has never been as beautiful as it was then." He lifts me up from the chair, making me stand on my own two feet and takes my hand with a smile on his face. "Your actions deserve a reward. I will swear on the name Zeroän Sunti that I will protect you from any danger that comes your way and help accomplish whatever goal you might have."