AN: Oh hello, thank you for the reviews~ I'm glad that I could make you smile and that you think my story is creative. I really apprechiate it :D I've been updating irregularly because of my personal health. In case you want to read up to chapter six, they are already on Ao3. (https(:) / /works/11193042/chapters/24993915) If you take out the brackets and spaces the link will work. Anyhow, hope you enjoy the chapter!
Chapter Two
Schroedinger's Cat
Mei Cheon was sure this was not what her boss had in mind when he sent her on vacation. Maybe the saying about detectives was true and trouble really did follow them around wherever they went. It always seemed as though there was a magnetic force surrounding her that attracted danger. Superstitious thoughts aside, maybe it was just that her self-preservation really needed an update or several.
Scratching her chin in thought, Mei twirled around on the uncomfortable office chair. Her mind was racing at top speed, desperately trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together. Every time she thought she solved it, the pieces fell apart again. It reminded her of a Rubix Cube; whenever she finished one side she had to destroy the colour again to get the others.
The reason for the state of the apartment was clear now, the owner had been dead for one and a half years. There were no personal items that hinted at Rika's personality, it was a strict business environment. One would expect at least a photo of her family sitting on the desk, like most office workers had nowadays, but the dead woman didn't seem to agree with the sentiment.
Odd, considering how beloved she was by her friends.
Then again, Rika did commit suicide so there must've been some psychological issues brewing beneath the surface. On one hand, Mei's inner detective was excited to analyze the situation but on the other, the thought of being in a dead woman's apartment in the middle of the night send a round of shivers down her spine.
This was exactly how horror movies started.
A woman follows a stranger to a secluded area, gets trapped and then chased by the monster inhabiting the place. The only missing piece to complete the terrifying scenario was the appearance of Rika's ghost. It might be a weird statement coming from a private eye with a medical background (and people regularly rolled their eyes at this silly belief of hers), but there was no proof that ghost's weren't real, okay?
If there was some form of afterlife, this one was the most plausible.
The young detective leaned back in the chair, bending its back and contemplated whether she should continue investigating or call it a day. V had insisted that she shouldn't touch the drawers containing the classified information. Of course, that only made her more desperate to see its contents. He was hiding something but without being hired to investigate or the suspicion of illegal activities, her hands were tied.
Apart from her doubts about their leader, the RFA seemed like a group of genuinely kind people. It has only been an hour since she knew them and yet she already found them endearing in their own way. No wonder Mei didn't have the heart to turn them down after they seemed so excited to hold another charity event.
Once they had left the chatroom, she quickly sent Seven the screenshots. It was a miracle that Unknown didn't get to them. One of Haneul's failsafes must've been triggered and protected some of her data. She'd pay for dinner next time. In all honesty, the detective doubted the screenshots would provide Seven with anything useful, only solid evidence of her stupidity.
707.
A smile pulled at her lips when she thought about the notorious hacker. Mei didn't know what kind of cyber space villain he was, but he could be lucky she was on vacation. God knows how hard it was to catch hackers these days, especially when they were involved in underground activities. Despite her initial wariness, Seven seemed like a kind person who cared deeply for his friends. His happy-go-lucky attitude combined with the calm genius that was hidden beneath intrigued her. Not only did he seem to have a similar sense of humor, Seven also had an air of mystery surrounding him that tickled her curiosity.
Squinting her blue eyes at his small profile picture on the main interface of the app, the brunette could make out messy red hair and a pair of striped glasses. Big orange headphones hung around his neck paired with a black and yellow hoodie. Mei figured he was a fan of vibrant colours and they suited him. His fair complexion and the dark circles beneath his eyes made her worry for his health, he probably didn't leave the house often. Despite the sleep-deprivation, he was still incredibly attractive which made her wonder what he looked like in person.
Mei shook her head. This was not the time and place to stare at cute guys who were probably spying on her through a security cam. Still, she was flustered and hoped that the surveillance system was outdated enough, making him unable to spot the slight redness on her cheeks.
The simple black and white clock on the wall ticked on. It was already half past twelve and her back was getting stiff. Midnight was her deadline and Kyu wasn't known to be patient, if the nineteen missed calls were any indication. She'd have to call her back soon. Mei was sure the RFA wouldn't appreciate an angry swarm of cops knocking their dead friend's door down.
The sudden ring of her phone startled her.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrr. Your bank account has been used for a fun prank. Were you aware of this? First, I must confirm your phone number to verify your identity, so please calmly follow the instructions."
Okay, that definitely wasn't Kyung Hyeon. Instead of the expected angry rant from the woman, a voice with a heavy accent rang in her ears. She recognized it from one of the animated emojis in the chatroom. With a wide grin on her lips, the detective turned towards the security camera.
"Oh my god. What ever should I do?" Mei decided to play along with his scheme, curious where he would lead the conversation. Pretending to be in a panic, she frantically waved her free arm around. "Do you want me to press my number or tell you? What prank was it?"
"Gullible customer, please calm down and take a deep breath. Breathe in— Breathe out—!" Seven's voice was melodic and smooth and she felt as though she could listen to it for hours. She took a few exaggerated breaths. "You must be collected at a time like this. Now, if you've taken a deep breath, please go ahead and say: Honey, I love you~ You know, like the teddy bear says it."
Okay, that was unexpected.
"Honey, I love you~" Mei cooed, voice shaky, and felt her cheeks flush with the words.
"Hahahaha, good job. God … so cute." She thought she couldn't become any redder, but she must've turned into a tomato by now. Although, judging by his nervous, high-pitched laughter, Seven wasn't faring any better. "Now, please tell me your phone number."
"Okay, honey." Mei grinned triumphantly, it was only fair that he got a taste of his own medicine. "It's 1011000011."
"A-ah, s-stop! Hahahah … oh my god. That was a critical hit!" A few shaky breaths later, the hacker pulled regained his composure. "You can't do that. There are so many scams like this right now! If you receive a call like that from now on just hang up. And if you're unsure, just call me. Okay? I'll make sure you're safe, even if I'm busy."
"Really?" Mei asked, surprise colouring her voice. It didn't happen everyday that a stranger was this kind. "Thanks, Seven."
"But … with Rika's apartment and all, you're so gullible! Just because you're a detective doesn't mean you're safe," Seven scolded, sounding very much as though he wanted to rip his fiery hair out. "You can't fall for stupid things like this!"
"Yeah, that wasn't one of my brightest moments to be honest. But It turned out better than I thought it would, so there's that." Mei shrugged and let out a sigh. "Why did you call?"
"I wanted to check whether this is the right number and teach you a little lesson," the hacker sing-songed, obviously pleased with his plans. "If this was a real scam, a scary hacker could've taken all your money. The moment you receive that call, you loose all your money, okay?"
"Beep beep." Mei didn't want the conversation to turn serious, neither did she want to think about losing all her money. "We have detected criminal activity on your account, surrender yourself to the mighty Detective Mei immediately."
She stood up and narrowed her eyes at the camera, waggling her index finger from left to right like a mother reprimanding her child. The startled snort coming from the other end of the line made her lips twitch. She decided that she liked his laughter, it made her feel warm.
"What?! You managed to get into a hacker's account? Amazing!" Seven exclaimed dramatically, pretending to be shocked. "But, I don't really have a bank account. Anyways, I checked your phone number so I'll let the other members know. Don't be surprised when you get a call from one of them."
"Okay, thanks for your hard work." Mei fell back on the office chair and relaxed, a rueful smile playing on her lips. "Actually, I wanted to apologize for causing you trouble. I really didn't mean to intrude."
"Don't worry, it's not your fault! It all turned out well," he reassured her quickly but she still felt bad. "Besides, I'm buried beneath work anyways."
The momentary silence was stretching out between them, neither wanting to hang up just yet.
"Are you ... really going home now?" Seven asked softly, and the hesitance in his voice almost made her consider staying. "It's dark outside and that hacker might still be after you."
"Yeah ... I can't leave my sister on her own. She's probably freaking out right now." While Hana was used to Mei's wacky work schedules, it didn't prevent her from worrying. "I'll come by the apartment tomorrow though. I still remember the passcode so I should be able to enter, right?"
"The system recognizes you as a guest, so it should be fine." Seven sounded unconvinced. "Are you sure about this?"
"156% sure. If you're that worried, I'll send you a text when I'm home." Mei was an independent adult, she was perfectly capable to make her own decisions. Standing up from the chair with renewed energy, she put her free hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at the camera. "I'll even allow you to track me or we could just keep talking until I'm at my place."
"Hohoho~ You shouldn't give me permission to do these things," he warned mischievously, his filtered voice promising pranks. It was the perfect mixture of molten honey and a spoon full of raspy, making her heartbeat quicken in her chest. "Once I'm in your phone there's no getting rid of me, Miss Detective."
"Is that a promise?" Waggling her eyebrows at the lens, the woman twirled a strand of hair around her finger and winked. She wasn't usually this flirty with strangers, but she couldn't resist the temptation.
"You can bet your secret stack of cat videos on that." He snickered and Mei was relieved her flirty behavior didn't weird him out. Picking up her pastel backpack from the wooden floor, she mentally prepared for the long journey ahead of her. "How are you gonna get home?"
"Don't worry. I won't call a cab or do anything that could reveal the apartment's location." The detective sandwiched her phone between her ear and shoulder in order to strap her backpack on, almost losing her balance in the process. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, making her audience on the other end of the line perk up. "Man, I wish I didn't leave my car at work though."
"Public transport at night? You like living on the edge, huh?" Seven seemed to get a kick out of teasing her, but the concern underneath his words was evident. "To think you're gonna be alone in the dark among thugs for an hour, urg."
If he knew how long it would take her to get home, then he knew where she lived. Mei knew she should be bothered by that fact, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. As silly as it sounded, her only concern was whether he saw that one embarrassing cooking video. It was a guilty pleasure of hers to narrate her culinary adventures, pretending to be the host of a TV show. Usually, she only did it when she was alone but her sneaky sister caught her insanity on tape, keeping it as blackmail material. It might still be privatized somewhere on her Twitter account though.
"Wow, okay … how much do you know about me?"
"Hm~ the basics pretty much. I went through your social media accounts and your phone. Kinky stuff—those police officer outfits," Seven sounded upbeat yet the nervous laughter that followed sounded forced, almost robotic. Bitterness and regret were tangible yet she could only guess the reasons behind his subtle change in demeanor. Maybe he felt guilty for hacking her? "I haven't gotten to your browser history yet, if that makes you feel better."
"Don't kink-shame me! I like that outfit and I was only wearing it because of a motto party." Mei huffed, cheeks flaming, and pouted. "You didn't happen to see ... a weird video?"
"What video?"
"What?" She feigned ignorance and performed a victory dance in her head. If he didn't see it, he wouldn't think she was a lunatic. "What were we talking about?"
"Hehe, I see what you're doing. You can't hide anything from God Seven!" Seven had regained some of his usual self, but he still sounded strained. "There are some things you can't find out by hacking though; for example the reason a certain drink is someone's favorite."
Closing the door behind her, Mei walked towards the luxurious elevator.
"Fresh lemon ice tea—only 1.850 won. An unbeatable two-for-the-price-of-one deal, available at the falafel stand across from SIDA HQ. Makes your taste buds explode in pure freshness," Mei imitated the voice of the vendor who advertised this on a daily basis, in an attempt to cheer Seven up. "Reminds a certain detective of laying in the grass on a sunny day with her sister."
"Oh, that sounds nice. I wanna try it someday." Seven laughed happily in response and she felt pride swell in her chest. "My favorite is Dr. Pepper, the Lord and Savior of sleep-deprived hacker Gods. It is made of sweet, carbonated goodness—"
"That will surely bless you with a 26% chance of type two diabetes and 23% chance of heart failure." Mei rolled her eyes. A cup of coffee in the morning was one thing, but drinking what was basically just liquid sugar made her toes curl in her boots.
"Hehehe, I see. The doctor is coming out to play~" A pleasant hum from him was all it took for another round of heat to crawl up her neck. Get yourself together, you don't even know the guy. "But no matter your diagnosis, I just can't resist the sweet lure of the caffeinated Godess. I'm like Odysseus sailing in a see of coke; fated to crash into the pointy rocks of heart failure that the advertisements led me to."
Absorbed in his words, Mei almost didn't notice the automatic doors slide open in front of her. A light evening breeze caressed her skin, the cooling touch on her flushed cheeks made her close her eyes in bliss. The stars were peeking out from behind voluminous clouds, which were lazily drifting across the sky. She could make out a few constellations and marveled at her own insignificance. On a clear night like this, she used to go stargazing with her parents.
"I'm not gonna let you die on my watch," she promised, making her way to the subway station in hurried steps. "So be prepared to be nursed back to health. After all who's gonna hack into my social media accounts when you've crashed onto the island of heart failure?"
"Gah, dammit. You're so cute. It's not fair." He sounded genuinely upset by the discovery. "If you continue saying these things, I might get a heart failure just by talking to you."
They continued their light-hearted conversation while she walked through the night. Seven must've taken her suggestion to keep talking until she was home serious and she wasn't complaining. In the last one and a half years, there had been a series of kidnappings in Seaul that have increased in number over the last couple of months. They were working on it together with the police, but so far without results.
The tall stack of files on her desk had an ominous presence to it, and it wasn't just her instinctual fear of paperwork that caused it. The missing people reports were piling up, spilling over and gaining a new addition every few weeks. While the more recent cases were hot topics in the media, the older files were slowly but surely growing cold, pages sticking together as though they didn't want to be solved.
The police department insisted that SIDA should lay them to rest, arguing that false hopes would only hurt the victims' families. It was a reasonable argument, yet they refused.
Insisting that the cases had to be connected to each other, Kyu ordered her to collect everything and kept the investigation going. She wasn't wrong either. There were certain patterns some of the disappearances followed: always during nighttime, time skips in security feeds, mysterious exchanges of emails and traces of illegal substances at the crime scenes. Even the victims showed similarities in behavior prior to their vanishing act; most suffered from severe depression or had other major issues with their lives. Despair had coloured their world black and white, making them easy targets for manipulation.
It was an underground organization that targeted people who were at the lowest point in their lives. At least, that's the conclusion Mei and Kyu came to, but they didn't have concrete proof just circumstantial evidence. In the end, they didn't even know whether the victims were still alive after all this time. Schroedinger's cat came to mind; they were stuck in limbo where both conditions held true. They were alive and dead at the same time.
Once again, Mei realized just how lucky she had been today.
"Mission report. Detective Mei's current location is the subway station." A few passerby stared at her strangely, but she ignored them. "No suspicious activities detected. Request to continue with the mission."
"Permission granted. Continue your journey, brave soldier."
Seven's melodic voice calmed the nervous tides in her mind. Mei wished he knew how grateful she was for the distraction. Thinking about the kidnappings made her anxious …
… and reminded her that she had neglected to call her fierce colleague. She groaned and ran a hand across her face, it was five minutes to twelve.
"Oh Lord have mercy on me. She's gonna kill me."
"What?! What's happening?" Seven yelled alarmed, the volume taxing the speakers. "Are you alright?"
"My partner is happening. Sorry, I need to hang up now." Mei really didn't want to. "I'll text you when I'm home, okay?"
"Okay but don't forget!" His concern warmed her heart, bringing a smile to her face. "Be safe. Bye, bye~"
As soon as he ended the call, the detective jumped through closing doors of a train. Making long jogs through local parks a habit did pay off after all. Picking an empty seat next to one of the windows, she read through the shitstorm that was Kyu's very one-sided conversation with her. She was actually afraid of answering, there was a lot of swearing involved.
Mei: I'm so, so, so sorry. I'm still alive and ready for a good ol' scolding.
Mei: Lots of stuff happened. I'm gonna fill you in tomorrow.
Kyu: Idiot, I was about to send a search party for you.
Kyu: You know how many kidnappings there have been recently.
Mei: I'm sorry (﹏)
Kyu: Screw you, I'm gonna go to bed now.
Mei: Sleep well ( ´3`)
Huh. That went over quicker than she thought, though Mei knew once she showed her face at the precinct she'd be in for a long lecture. Putting on a pair of white headphones—because train rides without music are super boring—she opened the RFA messenger. Studying the features of the app, she finally found a way to set a profile picture.
Swiping her thumb over the glass, Mei dismissed most of her photos with a frown on her face.
There wasn't a single picture she was happy with. In most of them she was making a duckface because her camera smile was usually pretty awkward. However, duckfaces were annoying and she wanted to make a good first impression on the RFA. Why does life have to be so hard? Mei glared at the inanimate object in her hands, it was the source of all evil despite pretending to be innocent.
In the end, she decided to go with a picture that her sister had taken when she was unaware. They had been in a park a couple of days ago, simply watching the clouds and guessing their shapes. Hana had stolen her phone and taken a couple of pictures of her while she smiled over a cat-shaped cloud. Unaware shots were always the best, unless you're eating a burger then they really weren't. The ketchup smears, bread crumbs and stuffed cheeks were super attractive without a doubt.
A couple of text messages popped up on her screen, waiting to be answered. Mei narrowed her eyes once she spotted a familiar username.
Unknown: It'll be really fun from now on. Enjoy your time with everyone. I'll go get you soon.
MC: That doesn't sound ominous at all …
MC: Mind telling me who you are or are you just gonna keep being cryptic?
The detective gave him a couple of minutes but the reply never came. Figures. Instead of getting worked up about it, she busied herself with the remaining texts.
Yoosung : Hey, Mei. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Yoosung. I can't wait to get to know you and have another party. Seven just gave me ur number, so lets talk sometimes, okay? o(^▽^)o
MC: Of course I remember you, almighty guildmaster. Sure, I'd love to talk. Feel free to call me~
Yoosung : Oh? Are you a fan of LOLOL?! If yes, we should play together sometime. And yay, can I call you in my break tomorrow?
Yoosung : I just wanna know what your voice sounds like.
Yoosung : Omg, I didn't meant to sound creepy. Please believe me ⊂(゜Д゜⊂
MC: Hahaha don't worry. I think you're cute.
Yoosung : (/)
Yoosung's frantic messages made her giggle. They chatted for a while. He was mainly talking about the video games he played in order to avoid his responsibilities. Ah sweet procrastination—the curse of every college student. Granted, Mei wasn't a fan of LOLOL since she was more into indie and strategy games, but she could see where he was coming from. There was nothing better than spending a rainy day indoors with a bowl of chips and a good game.
ZEN: Mei, it's me. Zen. I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you joined. Can't wait to talk to you some more~
MC: Aw, that's sweet. I'm excited to talk to you too (▰˘◡˘▰)
ZEN: Heh. Saw your profile pic, you're a cutie
MC: I'm not cute. Detectives need to be scary. Fear me. Rawr.
ZEN: I'm shaking in fear. I'm sweating so much that it'll ruin my perfect face.
ZEN: What are you gonna do about that? You need to repay me~
MC: I'm gonna cheer for you at your next performance? ┐(´∀`)┌
ZEN: Yes, please come! I'd love to have a cute girl cheering me on!
Zen was an upcoming musical actor with an unhealthy but not unfounded amount of confidence in his looks. If you looked past his conceited nature, he was awfully nice and easy to get along with. Hana constantly bugged her to watch his movies, yet Mei never really had time to join the binge-watching. After talking to him, the detective vowed to give into her sister's demands.
MC: Actually, I've heard of you before. Can't say I ever watched your performances though.
MC: But my sister is a huge fan of yours. She swears your acting skills are through the roof.
ZEN: Really? What else did she say?
It felt counter-productive to inflate his ego, but Mei had the suspicion that there were more reviews on his good looks than his performance on stage. It must be frustrating when you want people to recognize your skill and look beyond the surface.
MC: She didn't say much more tbh.
MC: I found her crying in front of the TV once, watching ur revamp of Romeo & Juliet.
MC: Got worried, but she was crying because she was happy lmao
ZEN: Omg, I'm glad she liked it! ٩(^ᴗ^)۶
ZEN: I remember shooting the death scene. It was dramatic yet beautiful.
ZEN: Just like me ( ´3`)
MC: I have heard tales of your beauty and grace … how could I ever live without it?!
ZEN: You can't! But don't worry, princess, your knight in shining armor got you covered.
She wasn't a fan of knights in shining armor—their attire was heavy and probably hard to move around in. The detective didn't like the protagonists in those fairy tales either, finding they were too dependent on their prince. Mulan on the other hand, that's someone she could get behind. Nevertheless, it was kinda sweet coming from Zen.
[ZEN send a picture.]
Mei didn't expect him to send a selfie, either he didn't detect her sarcasm or chose to ignore it. Zen was winking at the camera, white hair dripping wet as though he just got out of the shower. Wow, he really was unnaturally good looking.
MC: I was just quoting a series … but hey look, I got a selfie out of it. Not complaining ╮(─▽─)╭
ZEN: Rude. I'll get you back for that ~
A robotical, female voice announced her stop and Mei got up from her seat. She felt the exhaustion from the day settle in her sore limbs, weights pulling on her eyelids. They didn't live far from the subway station, so she only needed five minutes to reach the tall building made up of fire bricks.
Keys jingling against each other in her right hand, Mei pushed the glowing elevator button. The rickety machine sprung to live, moving down the shaft towards her like an elderly man on his last legs. Clattering, it arrived and squeaked when the doors opened. She pushed herself into the tiny space and whispered a little prayer to the elevator deities, hoping this old grandpa could still carry her weight to the top floor.
It went back to sleep once the detective exited the metal box and headed towards their apartment.
They had painted their front door light gray, the colour was flaking in some places and some parts were covered with funny stickers. The inside wasn't much different; one of the few perks of living without parents. Once she entered, Mei noticed that Hana had added a couple new art projects to the white walls of their open kitchen.
Kicking her boots off while being circled by a black cat, she made her way across the polished floorboards with Loki on her heels. He had always been an attention seeker—that sneaky feline.
It didn't take long to find her sister. Mei just had to follow the trail of chips, which had suffered a few nibbles from the cats, towards the still running television. Hana was sprawled across the comfy sofa, legs and arms spread apart as though she was trying to become a starfish. Messy brown hair stuck up in every direction and her gray cat Siri lay comfortably on her stomach, rising up and down with every breath.
"What's with you and sleeping in strange positions …"
Fondness softened her features as Mei hid her laughter behind a hand and snapped a photo. Tiptoeing across the room, she got a blanket and covered her sister. It wasn't cold by any means, but she knew Hana preferred having something to cuddle. Picking her cat up before his insistant meows woke her sibling, Mei hurried into her room and collapsed on a cozy double bed.
Loki curled into a ball next to her stomach and purred. Pulling out her phone for the last time that day, she upheld her promise to Seven and send him a message.
MC: Calling the mothership … Beep. Beep.
MC: Space Cadet Mei has completed her mission and arrived at home safely.
707: Mothership to Space Cadet Mei.
707: Keep up the good work and maybe you'll get a reward.
MC: Sweet! A promotion! (≧▽≦)
Mei laughed lightly. He was such a dork. Whenever she talked to him, she felt slightly drunk from the happiness he elicited from her.
707: Ahh, what is this? The mothership has detected an anomaly.
707: Can this be true? How could you lie to me about your identity?! (つд⊂)
MC: What?
707: You never were one of our soldiers. Mayday, maday we need backup. A space alien has infiltrated us lolol
MC: An alien? Me? How did you know? џ(ºДºџ)
707: Nothing goes unnoticed by the amazing God Seven hehehe
MC: Now all of my plans have been ruined (﹏)
707: Seven-Zero-Seven has saved the universe once again!
MC: Hurray. ٩(^ᴗ^)۶
707: How do you intend to defend your crimes against the mothership?
MC: I have important information that might be useful. In all seriousness now though.
Mei sobered quickly when she remembered her other reason for messaging Seven. Right, the hacker. She'd have to tell him about the weird text she got from them.
MC: Earlier, I got a text from Unknown on the RFA app.
707: The hacker?! What did they say?
MC: They told me to enjoy my time and that they're gonna get me soon …
MC: So I was like "uuhm no?!" and tried to find out who they are but they didn't reply. I didn't expect one, but at least I tried.
707: There are no traces of the message on my servers. I'm worried.
MC: I believe in you, Seven, but maybe we should take this to the police after all? I mean there have been lots of kidappings lately and this might be connected.
707: For now, I don't think that's wise. It might agitate the hacker and force them into action.
MC: Hmmm, I don't like this.
707: Me neither, but I promise to find them as fast as possible! So that you're safe!
While the detective was alarmed about the hacker and their intentions, she was also touched. Caring about someone he just met a couple of hours ago, Seven really was a kind person through and through. She smiled gently at the tiny profile pic next to his name, petting her purring cat absentmindedly.
MC: Okay, I trust you. Don't overwork yourself though and get some rest.
707: Thanks for trusting me, Mei.
MC: Good night, Seven. Sleep well~
707: Sweet dreams ´ ▽ ` )ノ
Blue eyes finally gave into the weights that were pulling on them and Mei fell into a deep sleep. She had a smile on her face as she dreamed of mysterious aliens and gigantic spaceships. Of floating in space and visiting stars. Of constellations twinkling in the night-sky ... and of an astronaut with red hair who took her hand and showed her the universe.
To Be Continued ...
