"You never lived this long! Happy?" Nolan snapped at Liana. "So, I don't know when you die."
She looked down and nodded. "Oh, okay," she muttered, walking back slowly, before turning and walking away.
[¹Message!
TheWisher>.<: Good job venting your anger on the lady, idiot.]
Nolan looked at the message and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Was that all you wanted to tell me about?" he asked, raising his voice.
"Yes," Liana replied without turning. "Have a good night."
The system flashed again.
[¹Message!
TheWisher>.<: You know she's lying, right?]
"She's angry," Nolan muttered to himself.
. . . . . .
The Next Day.
Liana dressed up in her room, getting ready for the day's patrol.
She walked over to pick her cap from the bed, but her hand froze as she remembered what happened the previous night. The chase, the realization, the chat with Nolan.
"Well, that was a night to remember," she voiced, picking up the cap and putting it on.
