33: Darcelle

Peace. Tranquility. Along with the sway of the wind. All created a harmony.

That is until the blaring of alarms disrupts them all.

Dark green and black shadowed lids slowly open, revealing gunmetal blue eyes. They cold stare at the blaring alarm.

“All Attack Units Leaders, report to the Observation Room!” A harsh male voice says.

Gunmetal eyes close as the owner heaves a sigh.

“Darcelle.”

“I know.”

Darcelle sighs again as she throws her head back. She looks blankly at the grey ceiling. “Nuisances.” She coldly mutters.

The male voice chuckles in amusement. “Truly, they are. But remember, they are simply a means to an end.”

“And after that, I’m fucking killing them all.” She drops downs her head and stares at the figure below her.