As slippery as a snake

A whistle could be heard down the hallway.

Taking a peek at the perpetrator, Obsidian narrowed his eyes at the female who had mysteriously joined their organization a month before.

She dressed in a traditional outfit to the rest of the members, wavy black rolled up in a messy bun held in place by two wooden hair sticks, her head raised high with a smug smile no matter where she went.

He had been secretly watching her since her arrival and had been curious enough to ask Mr. Zhao but was repeatedly turned down no matter how many times he had tried to know any time other than her name. 'Ayanami, what the hell are you up to?' 

Sensing that she was followed, she looked over her shoulder and paused to get wind of a change in the breathing pattern other than hers.

Obsidian held his breath when he had known what she had planned on doing with her pale purple eyes glowing and was fixated on his position behind a pillar.

Clip!

Clop!