Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 70
“So now you think getting beaten by Clara was my fault?”
Of course, it was my fault, but I wasn’t about to admit it now.
“You and number 7 secretly brought in a kitten earlier, didn’t you?”
Grandis smirked, lifting the corners of her mouth.
“Did you forget my ability? I could smell the kitten’s scent.”
Grandis, being an augmented ability user, could enhance parts of her body or sensory organs with the abilities of beasts or animals.
This beast… she must have sniffed it out with her dog-like sense of smell.
“You hid it in the yard. It’s the first time I’ve seen you so flustered. I’m enjoying this.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
What if Grandis harmed the kitten?
Or worse, used it as a weakness against me?
“You know you shouldn’t mess with animals, right? If anything happens, I’ll kill you.”
“And do you think that’s possible, for the most worthless prisoner, Number 49?”
Grandis leaned in, meeting my gaze with a sneer.
“If the kitten dies, it’ll only be your problem. It died because of you, so Clara won’t help you anymore.”
“You wretched—”
“For the record, I don’t harm weak animals. But you should hurry; it might be too late.”
She must have tipped someone off who holds a grudge against me.
My fingers turned cold, and my body started trembling slightly.
I didn’t care if I lost Clara’s trust. I could regain that later.
But the kitten’s life? That’s irreplaceable.
I stared blankly at her for a moment before turning on my heel and running.
That vile woman—I’ll kill her.
Suddenly, my chest felt like it was being ripped apart, the pain and numbness similar to when I had tried to awaken my ability.
But even so, I kept running.
If anyone harmed that kitten, I wouldn’t forgive them.
No matter who it was.
Just like the story of the man who took down an entire criminal organization for killing his dog, you don’t mess with pet owners.
My heart pounded wildly, each beat bringing searing pain, but I didn’t stop until I reached the hideaway where the kitten was hidden.
“Kitty…”
There wasn’t much time left before curfew.
I had to find the kitten and confirm it was safe before then.
It was too dark to see clearly.
I crouched in the overgrown bushes, calling for the kitten.
That tiny thing kept flashing in my mind.
We were so happy together…
“Kitty! Answer me!”
As I crawled through the underbrush, desperately searching, I heard a rustling sound behind me and quickly turned around.
In the shadows, a figure loomed.
Could it be someone Grandis had sent to kidnap the kitten?
“Are you looking for this?”
A person suddenly approached, holding something out in their hand.
As soon as I realized the figure in their grasp was the small kitten, held by the scruff of its neck, I widened my eyes and jumped to my feet.
“Who are you?”
The person stepped out of the shadows and into the dim light, revealing themselves to be prisoner number 25, dressed in teal prison clothes.
This was the same person I had suspected of being an enforcer, the one who had been suspicious of 27’s death.
Behind them stood another prisoner in light blue clothes—prisoner number 32, the one who had yanked my hair earlier.
I’ll have to add him to my hit list as well.
As I kept assessing the situation, number 25 clicked his tongue, casting a glance at me.
“You’re late. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Why me?”
Even though I was worried about the kitten trembling in his grip, I decided not to show it.
If I rushed at them in anger, they’d undoubtedly go, “Ah, so your weakness is this kitten!” and then do something horrible to the poor thing.
Number 25 shook the kitten slowly, as if testing my reaction.
“You killed Number 27, and you also killed that guard, didn’t you?”
The enforcer and the guard? Yeah, I killed them.
But I played dumb, keeping my voice calm.
“Could someone like me really pull that off? I’m the weakest in this prison.”
“You were a notorious figure in high society. Skilled in schemes and strategies—killing someone should be child’s play for you. I know there are plenty of people who fell because of you.”
Why was he talking about me like I was some hidden master of the social elite?
I only got revenge on those who messed with me. Now they’re treating me like a villainess!
Number 25 continued in a slow, deliberate tone.
“But surviving that fall from the cliff, and then making it in a place like this where someone as weak as you should have been long dead? There’s only one answer.”
His eyes narrowed as he spoke.
“You’ve been hiding your real abilities.”
Why can’t these people just leave me alone?
Or is it because I’ve been letting them off too easily?
I looked up at the darkening sky with a feeling of resignation.
