act 1- crisis city
A gray hedgehog, clad in a black jacket, walked over to a seemingly abandoned alleyway. She turned, purple eyes gleaming with suspicion as she eyed the shadows, as if everything in the world was turned against her. “C’mon, it’s me, Gyro.” The hedgehog muttered, tapping on a nearby wall. A rumbling sound answered her greeting. Suddenly, the دیوار opened up, exposing the steel door beneath. “Prove it.” She sighed and took off her jacket, دکھانا whomever was talking the glowing mark beneath, which looked like an X. “Come in.” gyro کے, گيرو stuck out her tongue and cockily walked in. “Told ya so, hon.” Her eyes were set in a knowing glance as Nazo walked up to her. “The fox. Is he still in the Void?” Nazo shook his head and pointed to the brown لومڑی on the couch, who had his bangs pulled over one eye in an emo style. His own purple eyes held her gaze and he straightened the crown on his head in an arrogant manner. “I told آپ to get my brother back.” He raised an eyebrow, glaring at Nazo with indifference. “We can’t get him back until the other لومڑی tells us where he hid the Key, Lucifer, آپ know that. We need the Key if it is to open the door to the underworld and transfer from there to the Void.” Lucifer rolled his eyes and walked out of the hole with Nazo on his tail. Gyro sighed, looking over the X on her stomach. What does it mean and why do only I have one? The rest of my series didn’t have one. She walked out the hole after her allies, a worried look on her face, then shook her head. Remember the pact. I need to kill once every day. Her claws popped out, glimmering burgundy. I need to kill. I need to. I need to. I have no choice. If I don’t I die. It’s either the person I kill یا me. Them یا me. Them یا me. She crept over to a tiny, shivering squirrel, and readied herself to pounce while her دوستوں waited. I’m sorry. I must do this. gyro کے, گيرو pinned down the squirrel, who struggled in vain as she poised one hand above her head. Its eyes were wide and pleading as she tried to hold him still. “I’m sorry.” She کہا her thought aloud as her claws met their mark.
Then it was over.