chapter 154 calling her

Mark leaned against the glass railing of Mirage Estate, his gaze locked onto the cityscape below. The glow of neon signs reflected off the building's sleek, modern exterior. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and dialed.

Mist Low, still flipping his silver coin, tilted his head. "Who are you calling?"

Mark didn't answer immediately. The phone rang twice before a smooth, teasing voice came through the speaker.

"Mark? Oh, now this is a surprise. What happened? Finally realized you need me?"

Mist Low frowned. "Wait. Who the hell is that?"

Mark ignored him. "Brainless Girl. I need you to negotiate a deal for Mirage Estate."

Silence.

Then—

Mist Low blinked. Once. Twice. His silver coin slipped mid-air, landing on the floor with a soft metallic clink.

"What."

Brainless Girl chuckled. "Oh? That reaction was worth it. Who's your new friend?"

Mark sighed. "Mist Low."

Brainless Girl snorted. "The Trickster? Hah! Never thought I'd hear that name in a casual conversation."

Mist Low slowly turned to Mark, his expression caught between disbelief and utter confusion.

"Brainless Girl." He repeated the name slowly, as if tasting something bitter. "THAT'S what you call her?"

Mark didn't even blink. "That's what she is."

Mist Low dragged a hand down his face. "No, no. Hold up. You mean to tell me… someone actually chose to go by Brainless Girl?"

Brainless Girl scoffed. "Hey. That's slander. I didn't choose it, Mark just won't let it go."

Mist Low gave Mark a deadpan stare. "That's the name you're sticking with?"

Mark simply nodded.

Mist Low sighed. "Gods help me." Then, he frowned. "Wait. Hold on a second." He pointed at Mark. "You're telling me she's joining our guild?"

Mark crossed his arms. "The guild hasn't even officially started yet, but yes."

Mist Low rubbed his temples. "This day just keeps getting weirder." He took a deep breath, then glanced at the phone. "Alright, Brainless Girl. You'd better be as useful as he says."

Brainless Girl laughed. "Oh, Mist Low. You have no idea what I can do."

Mark watched Mist Low with a raised eyebrow. The Trickster's entire demeanor had shifted—his usual smug confidence replaced by mild exasperation.

Mark crossed his arms. "Are you famous or something? How does she know you?"

Mist Low scoffed, bending down to pick up his fallen silver coin. He flicked it once, catching it midair.

"Famous?" He smirked, but there was something guarded in his expression. "Let's just say… in certain circles, I'm a nightmare."

Brainless Girl hummed through the phone. "Oh, he's being modest. Mist Low is more than just a nightmare—he's a legend in the making."

Mark raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you know him?"

Brainless Girl chuckled. "Tricksters recognize Tricksters, Mark. I've been watching Mist Low long before I ever spoke to him. He's good at slipping away, but even the best leave traces."

Mist Low sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Great. A stalker."

Brainless Girl snorted. "Please. I wasn't stalking you—I was studying you. I do my homework on people who cause chaos."

Mark glanced at Mist Low. "Sounds like she respects you."

Mist Low clicked his tongue. "She respects the idea of me. But I don't remember ever meeting her." He narrowed his eyes at the phone. "So tell me, Brainless Girl—why does my name ring bells for you?"

Brainless Girl's tone turned mocking. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"

Mist Low groaned. "Yeah, this is going to be annoying."

Mark smirked. "Now you get how I feel."

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Mark opened the door, and Brainless Girl stepped inside with effortless confidence. The cool night air followed her, but she brought her own kind of presence—one that demanded attention without even trying. Her tailored jacket hugged her frame, her black top accentuating curves that were impossible to ignore.

Mist Low noticed.

His silver coin, the same one he had been casually flipping since the start of the conversation, slipped midair. He barely managed to catch it, fingers tightening around the metal as his gaze remained locked—unintentionally, but very, very obviously—on her.

Brainless Girl raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in her sharp eyes.

Mark noticed immediately. His expression remained neutral, but there was an unmistakable sigh waiting at the edge of his patience.

"Mist."

Mist Low didn't respond. His focus was elsewhere.

Brainless Girl took a slow step forward, the soft click of her heels against the polished floor somehow amplifying the tension. She tilted her head, her smirk growing. "Trickster, you're staring."

Mist Low blinked, finally processing her words. He coughed into his fist, flicking his coin again—desperately trying to act as if he hadn't just been caught gawking. "I—I have no idea what you're talking about."

Brainless Girl chuckled, stepping closer. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you do."

Mist Low scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets, but there was no hiding the slight stiffness in his posture. "I was just… analyzing your presence."

Mark pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mist."

Brainless Girl grinned, enjoying this far too much. She turned fully toward Mist Low, arms crossed, which only made things worse. "So? What's your analysis?"

Mist Low took a slow breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze instead of… well, anywhere else. "You're… uh… you carry yourself with confidence."

Brainless Girl snorted. "Nice save."

Mist Low cleared his throat, flicking his coin again in a weak attempt to regain control of the situation. "It wasn't a save. It was an observation."

Mark, who had been watching the entire exchange with mild exasperation, finally cut in. "Right. Can we not do this?"

Brainless Girl smirked, but she relented. "Fine, fine." She turned her attention back to Mark. "So? What's the deal with this place?"

Mist Low exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he muttered under his breath. "This is going to be a long, long day."