Assumptions of Suspicion

The day had started, yet he wished for it to be over so he could go back and sleep the night away. Ever since entering the behemoth of steel, there had been no need to go into the meeting room.

The place where the big shots, including Mary, for some reason, were present—no reason until now, due to the new variable thrown as a heavy wrench in their gears. The variable sat beside him. She toyed with her raven-black hair, while the bald soldier stared daggers at her.

"So, you want to tell me that Hel, the goddess of Norse hell, gave you a condemned warrior soul as a reward for beating a Valkyrie?" His tone was incredulous, like one done with life's insane antics and shenanigans.

Kyrie sighed, understanding the man's conflicted emotions for he had felt it before, he learned to accept that some things have no clear explanation or reason for the way they are.