Shrimpy
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“There was a time when I used to worry about how to look even more stupid.” The tattoo was a lettering made up of four lines of text, without any other designs. For some reason, it was hard to read at a glance. When he looked closer, he realized the letters were mirrored, reversed left to right. It was just as Isaiah was about to sit up to get a better look at the phrase. “No. That’s not what you wanted to see, is it?” Bran said, grabbing Isaiah’s shoulders and pushing him back down…-
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After that, wanting to see him, He attended mass several more times just to see him, but he didn't get to see him as often as he had hoped. It was something he learned later, after he left the orphanage, from the brothers talking amongst themselves: they originally didn't often entrust altar serving to high schoolers. But when Bran served, the offertory increased twofold, and especially the female sponsors reacted well, so they purposely had him serve at major holidays or large-scale masses. Seriously,…
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Since That Day The mafia war that erupted on Friday evening at a large church known as a hub for Irish immigrants plunged all of Eloy into terror. With three major mafia organizations involved and casualties numbering over two hundred, the incident was commonly reported by the news as likely becoming an unprecedented gangland killing in American criminal history. In this mafia war involving the three large organizations—Kalisz, Martino, and Barone—the Kalisz family undoubtedly suffered the most…
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As Samuel left for Liberty Harbor with Kestrel's body, Isaiah went to a hotel first with Mickey. He judged that a crowded place would be safer for now. "How are you feeling?" In the car on the way to the hotel, Mickey kept checking Isaiah's expression. From Mickey's behavior, Isaiah realized that Mickey was the one who had come up with the idea to kill Kestrel and frame him as Lanius. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to be so mindful of Isaiah's reaction. "Not bad." Isaiah said,…
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“What the!” Isaiah shouted, pinned beneath Mickey’s heavy body. He didn't need to lift his head to know who had been shot. Thud. With a heavy sound, Kestrel had collapsed onto the floor. Blood was gushing uncontrollably from his back. Judging by the location and the amount of blood, the bullet had clearly pierced his heart. “What in the world…” His mind seemed to go blank in the face of the completely unexpected situation. Isaiah didn’t even think to push Mickey off him; he just…
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But contrary to his resolve, the hand gripping the rifle kept trembling. Even though he was certain all calculations were correct and his decision wasn't wrong, it still happened. He had already released the safety, yet strangely, he couldn't calm down. He had held a gun dozens, no, hundreds of times before, but this was the first time it felt like this. The thought that everything—not his own everything, but Bran's—depended on this single shot made it impossible to remain composed. What if he…
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— Thwack! The distinct, powerful report of the AT rifle reverberated throughout the chapel. The high ceiling seemed to amplify the sound even further. The head of the target, visible in the scope just moments ago, vanished instantly without a trace. The distance was too close. Well, dying this way or that way didn't make much difference. What mattered was that the pain was gone. I hoped Martino would show me at least that much mercy. Probably too much to ask. Since he already had the gun in…
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No matter the excuse, he couldn't stop the tears welling in his eyes. Isaiah finally pulled his eye away from the scope and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. Beside him, Kestrel muttered in disbelief. "What the, you, you… crying?" "Be quiet." Isaiah mumbled lowly, wiping his tears. The sound of Mickey and Samuel, watching from behind, gasping in shock could be heard. "…Samuel." Suddenly, as if remembering something, Mickey called Samuel's name. When Samuel looked over, Mickey…
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“That’s right. The ledgers.” Isaiah took his eye off the scope and looked at Samuel. Samuel picked up one of the notebooks and muttered as he flipped through it. “No, this is……, it’s a ledger, alright.” “Why?” When asked if there was a problem, Samuel put down the notebook in his hand and picked up another one lying next to it. He quickly scanned the contents, flipping through the pages, then put that one down and immediately picked up the one next to it. After skimming…
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"Ah, yes…" I'll keep that in mind… Samuel barely managed to answer. Bran gave Samuel's arm a light tap, then spoke to Isaiah standing beside him. "Well then, see you in a bit." In a bit… will we really see each other again? Isaiah wanted to say that, but the words wouldn't come out. Bran didn't give Isaiah a chance to speak either, turning away. It looked like he was heading towards the back door. What on earth does he trust so much to turn away so readily? Does he really think we'll…
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