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Sat in a dark room on the arm of the chair Five sat on was not how Zoya wanted to spend her night but she just accepted it. As they walked throughout the streets together, he had shared what he knew about the ending of the world and reluctantly she agreed to help him stop it, so here she sat, in his sister's apartment, waiting for said woman to return.
They were sat in darkness and the girl felt like a villain, awaiting the victim to return home. For whatever reason they had opted for darkness, it sure did add to the excitement.
Hearing the sound of keys, following by a click as the door unlocked, her eyes whipped to Five. He merely moved his hands to rest on the lamp, waiting for the right time to pull on it. As soon as the door swung open, Vanya let out a quiet jesus as the lamp turned on, revealing her younger brother and an unknown girl sat beside him, covered in blood.
Vanya wanted to be even the slightest bit perplexed and horrified at the sight of one of Five's friends sat in her apartment painted in that familiar crimson, but she knew it would be futile - this kind of stuff was almost normal to her now.
Paying no attention to his sister's panic, Five leaned forwards in the chair as he looked over. "You should have locks on your windows." He told her vaguely as she caught her breath, placing her keys on the rack she had beside the door.
