Chapter 3 : Curse the Sin Not the Sinner
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After Noah had left, Naomi stood there, repeating his words in her mind. She was thinking about their group’s last mission — her mind echoing Yui’s final words before she had fallen into a coma.
Yui had said:
“It’s fine. I won’t find you as a betrayer.
But as someone who betrayed us for good…
remember even this group will fall apart.
We all are still friends.”
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Nurse: “Naomi! Miss Naomi!!”
Naomi snapped out of her thoughts when one nurse called her name.
Nurse: “Naomi!! Miss Naomi!”
Naomi: “Y-Yeah!” (turns to the nurse and smiles)
Nurse: “You okay?” (she said, smiling back)
Naomi: “Yeah! I’m looking for Dr. Yuri... have you seen him?” (she said in a friendly tone)
The nurse thought for a few seconds before replying,
Nurse: “Yah! He was in the staff room.”
Naomi: (smiles) “Thanks! I will go then.”
Saying that, she left.
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Noah's POV
After some hours of flight, he had reached Japan. Taking a taxi, he went straight to a house, after half an hour of drive.
The house looked normal from the outside — a few plants, a small gate, and some flowers growing in the garden. He went inside, and the house looked normal with a living room, kitchen, and bedrooms.
He looked around, seeing no one. He went straight to a room that looked like a small library. He went in and sat on a chair, resting his muscles from the long journey.
After some time, he pressed a button under the table.
The book shelf opened and he went downstairs from the small passage...
Inside, there was a big headquarters filled with advanced computers and a large digital screen. He went down, looking around — and the first thing he saw was a big portrait of himself, drawn by Alex, with a sign below it.
The drawing was completely opposite of his true appearance. He was a person with a cold demeanor, not so friendly. He always used to wear dark black or grey clothes.
But in the drawing, he was in a yellow-colored sweater, with white pants and pink flowers in the background — sitting on the grass in a garden, with a warm smile on his face.
He looked at the picture for almost five minutes, then clenched his fist in anger before muttering:
> “I will kill this Alex today.”
While he was glaring at the portrait, a girl came from another room — her face full of flour and surprise.
She looked like she had come from a kitchen. She had blond hair and a playful, innocent smile.
She was wearing a pink-dotted apron, holding a spatula, and had been jumping around.
She suddenly saw Noah and froze, the spatula falling from her hand. Then she smiled brightly, yelling:
> “LEADER!”
…and jumped to hug him
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