Snape's eyes widened in horror. His voice cracked with disbelief. "Zero? It's me! Your creator!!" He struggled with every fibre of his being, but his limbs refused to obey. His body was suspended, frozen in time itself, unable to move even an inch as the energy wave held him like chains.
The tiny hooded figure stepped forward, the gun steady in its grasp. With slow, deliberate motions, it guided Snape's immobilised body toward the purplish figure — like a prisoner being dragged before judgment.
Hunter chuckled, "You created her? Haha… One and Zero? I created them. You merely granted them your so-called virtues, a spark of life. That is all." She leaned forward slightly,
"You thought they followed your orders? No… they have always obeyed mine. Mine, and mine alone!"
Snape's face turned frown.. He turned his eyes desperately toward Zero, searching for recognition, for a trace of loyalty. But Zero's gaze did not even meet his.
