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Knight
011: Knight
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"'The Sorceress and the Knight'…"
The duo had retired from their assignment about 10 minutes early. Apparently, the 'villain' who they had had to deal with was simply the client's rival, who had done nothing more than beat the man in a race. As a result, the 'client' thought it amusing to contact the BPD to investigate the "shady character" that was lurking around the neighbourhood. The pair assigned to the 'mission' cornered the male, thinking that he was attempting to smuggle something out of an apartment when, in reality, he was simply trying to enter the residence in which he lived.
Cid formally apologised to the male for the misunderstanding and (for some odd reason) lectured the two officers, assigned on the mission, about prank calls such as those and how "you should differentiate a genuine call from a fake one."
After that slightly disgruntling sermon, the two exited HQ. As a sign of courtesy (which was slightly unusual for him), the male – of the duo – invited the female over to his apartment. The female accepted.
Now that they were settled in, the female had salvaged a book, from one of the cardboard boxes under the bed she was currently seated on, and opened it to the first page.
The male, meanwhile, was more interested in what was on television. "'Maila, come see what's on telly."
'Maila' was not too fussed about what was coming on telly – 'probably some Quad-ball or something, anyway' – and simply called out, "Yeah, in a minute, Seif!" whilst she resumed reading.
The more her eyes travelled down the page, the more she felt a strange urge to close them. It was as if there was a gruelling pressure on her, which was forcing her to shut her two eyes.
Eventually, she succumbed to the force …
… And opened her eyes to a barren wasteland.
Something seemed to be raining down on her and, only after she looked up, she realized that it was blood. As her mind processed the abominable reality, the droplets began to increase, both in speed and in frequency. Thick droplets of red poured down on her lone figure and she extended her arms to the side, as if she was welcoming the drops of blood. A high and bitter sound escaped her lips; her laughter filled the desolate area in which she stood. One drop was about to land on her lip and she stuck out her tongue, which caught the red drop of blood, and tasted its coppery –
"Hey! 'Maila, what's wrong?! Answer me!"
"Huh?" Her companion's persistent shouting awoke her from her reverie. She looked back at him and found an anxious and worried person looking right back at her. In an attempt to wash out the (what was it, a vision?) image from her head, she began to rub at her forehead. "Don't worry. I'm fine, Seifer."
He obviously didn't think so, for he scoffed. "No, you're not. I'll go get something for your head. In the meantime, though, you just rest, alright?"
Not bothering to give him an answer, she lay back on the bed, her thoughts reeling far from the room she was inhabited in; thoughts of a strange woman standing in the middle of nowhere, her laughter becoming louder and louder, occupied her brain.
"Go … my Knight … my Chosen One …"