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>Block her path!
“Whoa whoa whoa, wait!” Clover scampers around quickly, skidding to a stop in front of the girl. She blocks the girl’s path with her arms outstretched. “You can’t just leave!”
The brown-haired girl blinks. “Eh?”
“I…” An image of glassy eyes and thin red strings briefly flashes in her mind. “I really, REALLY need to find her! The detective! There… there’s been a murder, and I’m pretty sure it has to do with what we are.” The wolf-girl holds up her ring.
The girl stares at the ring for a few moments, before looking away. She adjusts her hat, looking down. “It’s okay. There are lots of murders.”
“But-!” Clover stares up at her pleadingly. “I can feel it. My nose is telling me that other girls are going to become prey, too. Isn’t there any way you could help at all?”
The girl glances at Clover’s face, before wincing. She closes her eyes for a few moments, then sighs wearily. “This isn’t the place for this conversation. Go grab your pretzel.”
Oh, right, she’d almost forgotten. Clover looks back and forth between the half-eaten pretzel a few yards away and the girl in front of her, wondering if this was a trick.
“It’s alright. I’m not gonna run.” She puts her hands in her coat’s deep pockets. “You’re probably faster than me, anyway.”
The wolf-girl looks at her warily, then goes to grab her pretzel. She follows the funny hat girl closely as they walk away from the old detective’s office.
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The pretzel was still pretty good, despite being room temperature. Clover sits across from the girl at a nearby café, nibbling on her last remaining piece of pretzel. The girl takes a sip of her black coffee.
“You sure you don’t want anything to drink?”
Clover nods. The only thing they had here was random coffee bean blends.
“Alright.” The girl sits back in her chair. She thinks for a few moments, grimaces, then crosses her arms. “You know, there’s a lot of conversations we could have on this topic. I think I’ll just cut straight to the conclusion, and hope it’s enough.” She looks the wolf-girl in the eyes. “If you look for trouble, you’ll find it. I recommend just keeping your head down and enjoying your life as it is. Do things you like to do. Spend time with people you care about. Ignore all this stuff, and if it happens to be your time, then it happens to be your time.”
The wolf-girl furrows her brow. "But..."
“Did you know the Coordinator?”
The corpse with straw-colored hair. Clover looks down. “…no.”
The girl shrugs. “Then you don’t care, and you don’t need to care. Two people die every second, and no one seems to mind. So it’s alright. No need to do anything.”
Clover frowns.
>...Is she wrong?
