"Ooh, you're called Dark Order." Cyra's nonchalant words vexed the five people and those around her.
"My reasons. Fair enough...since you're going to die, I'll tell you. You are my scapegoats to warn the others to stay away from my island." Her calm tone sounded arrogant and insulting to their ears.
"You worm! I'll break your bones!" a hot-blooded woman shouted, but the leader held her back.
"You'll regret those words," the leader said through gritted teeth. Cyra only responded by calmly removing her jacket, revealing her sports bra and leggings underneath.
She leapt up and hung her jacket neatly on a tree branch, ignoring the people gathered around.
"I'm grateful you came to me...you made this easier," she said flatly, her tone snapping their last nerve.
"Attack! Ahhh!" Their shouts made Cyra frown. She pressed the music function on her bracelet, setting it to earphone mode. A soothing music began playing in her ears.