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You finally come to and open your eyes to see... Se-young. Her stalwart expression unflinching as she holds you in a seated position with a hug.
Confused, you scratch your head. "What happened? Oh..."
"Y-you...You manged to defend yourself. You are unharmed." She says hoarsely, but in your shared moment of intimacy you feel her heart race at breakneck speed. "Good job."
"Thank you." You say after a moment, but after she ensures you can sit alone, she untangles herself from you and picks herself up.
Deaf silence is the only answer as she walks away. Is she really angry at you? Why?
> Why is she angry? (Optional)
Sighing, you look towards the door area of the room.
It's not a pleasant sight. A messy line of bullet holes spans the marble walls and ceiling; blueish bloodstains protrude from the otherwise immaculate carpet, and, most importantly, three distinct trails of blood lead to the now closed - hopefully locked - doors.
Two of the trails start at both sides of the doors, but the third mere meter away from where you woke up... For a second the pressure builds at the side of your neck, but you start taking deep breaths, as instructed by Se-young, and calm down.
Focusing back of the scene, it's easy to conclude that the once homely and luxurious apartment lost a lot of value on the housing market. If it were to be subject to it... Nevermind.
A dejected voice comes from behind you. "I will clean it up." Se-young passes you with a box of what must be cleaning equipment. "Feel free to do whatever you want."
"The monsters are dead?"
Kneeling and searching through the box ex-president nods. If not for her trying to hide her sulking you would be soaring with pride, but alas.
It might be better not to tell her why it happened. Maybe she knows already...
"So, you disposed of the bodies? Can I help you?"
She nods again. "Yes, they are gone." She hesitates. "No. I can clean it myself. Why have you come here?" She says as she starts cleaning the carpet with a wet cloth which quickly absorbs the alien fluids.
There is quite a mess in here... no way it won't stain if she's to do it alone.
"Well..." You scratch your head. "I bought food."
With a shrug she says. "Thank you. I just ate. After what happened you must be tired, please, eat it yourself. You still have the go back..." As if on cue, her stomach grumbles and she stops mopping. "I still have food back at the bar, you need it more. I just sit all day anyways."
She doesn't lie, that you remember, but it's better to keep that food for emergencies. Especially given you already ate... Assuming 'eating' means preventing starvation. It was '18 body ratio something' rule? Can't quite remember. Eh, you hate it here.
Saddened by her sudden lack of cooperation you try again. "But, you trust me, right?" And look her way.
Annoyed she says. "Yes. You are you." But doesn't look back.
But who is 'you' exactly? She said your name before - well, your femsona's. Yet now she won't again.
