[It’s a few minutes after the urgent messages that have been sent to him that Phoenix arrives at the “agency”, legs and lungs burning from exertion as he makes his way to the door. He doesn’t hesitate before trying the handle, praying to every god out there that it’s unlocked, his free hand going beneath his hoodie for the knife that Apollo had gifted to him— an illegal blade, yes, but that doesn’t seem to matter at present. Not when his mentor’s life is on the line, again, and there’s the possibility of saving it.]
Alarmed, Dahlia lifts her head—and her gun. One bullet left. Take out the intruder with the bullet and slit Mia’s throat.
A shadowy figure climbs up the stairs as Dahlia readies her hand on the trigger.
No, nothing is getting in our way. Right, Madame Fey?~
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