Chapter 5
The true Noir.
That was how Chloe, that green-cloaked redhead, had introduced herself to them after that fight in the library. What could it possibly mean?
Both of them had been rattled after that particular fight, and had been deep in thought for nearly two days, contemplating the existence of this new individual who had laid claim to the title of Noir. Of particular interest was her use of the qualifier 'true', implying that they were somehow 'false'.
If wasn't until Kirika decided to play another round of CoD that it hit her. The other reason why the title True Noir hit a chord with her. Could there possibly be a link between Chloe, who claimed to be the 'true Noir', and the player TrUeNoIr? Kirika had previously considered the username's significance doubtful, no more than a coincidence, but now…
Surely it was impossible.
Kirika shook her head ever so slightly, forcing herself to dismiss the thought.
Once again, the map was the urban rooftop, flanked by two taller office blocks. Kirika emerged from inside the broken glass window to drop onto the open rooftop. She decided to go down the middle, through the passage created by the chain-link fences and their torn tarpaulins.
A slight hissing sound came over the speakers, then Kirika saw her avatar fall to the ground in third person.
She had been knifed. Her eyes darted to the upper right corner.
Her killer? ~1337-TrueNoIr-1337~.
