Ronin vs Teenager

Freya froze.

The words hit her like a slap, her mind struggling to process them.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked, her voice sharp with disbelief. Maybe she misheard. Maybe she was just imagining things.

She squinted at Ella. Did she really just say—

"You killed who?"

Ella hesitated, shifting awkwardly. Her fingers fidgeted, her shoulders slightly hunched. She looked… embarrassed?

"The points I got from killing Jeremy," she repeated, softer this time. "I want to share them with you."

Freya blinked. Once. Twice.

She was stunned. Confused.

For a split second, she wondered if this was some kind of joke. If it was, Ella's sense of humor was completely broken.

But Ella wasn't laughing.

"You killed him?" Freya asked, her tone slower, more careful now.

"Yes."

"Jeremy?"

"Yes."