Chapter 7: Revolver

There was a young girl with lustrous skin and brown ponytails wearing some kind of party gown, which was a bit open and exposed a bit of her skin and accentuated her curvy figures.

She looked so beautiful in that attire, and with that kind of clothing, she dragged around a big motorcycle with ease. I didn't ask where she'd be going, I just told her, if it was something urgent and she totally needs to go; just be on your way.

Maybe I did that since I myself was quite a lenient person and didn't like to be dragged around strictly, or I might just let her off the hook since she was so good looking which got me charmed; who knows.

Me and a couple of people were inside a big hall, minus the girl. She left some kind of revolver to us, in which I didn't know the usage for. We're supposed to be promoting some stuff. Maybe the revolver was some kind of hidden message she left?

I kinda acted like the supervisor because I couldn't really do anything else. The people I was with ended up drawing a scene: of people standing together behind a large box, all in monochrome, pen sketch thing. We just placed the big drawing on a stage and waited for more others to come and take a look at it.

After a while, no one had come by. They seem to grow restless, eventually ended up looking apathetic to the current situation.

I consoled them once more, saying, just be cheerful and look at the bright side.

It wasn't long before someone among us; a girl with a slender body, not really good looking, played with the revolver and started shooting things at random.

It truly wasn't like a toy, and the bullets pierced a chubby girl; she wasn't good looking either. I didn't know why I was so obsessed with their looks at the moment, but the chubby girl kinda stated: her legs got pierced by metal and it hurts a damn lot, but she neither did scream or had some significant reaction. She just sat there with one foot stretched.

So, did it hurt or not?

Driven by paranoia, I confiscated the revolver. It's more like I didn't want to get hit by the stray bullets rather than wanting to make sure everyone else is safe. I exited the place and went to the nearby store. Got to chill my head off—buying some snacks would be nice. Not long as I began browsing, I heard several gunshots outside.

Not knowing why I emptied all the bullets in the revolver as I exited the store. I focused all my energy on the gun and fired a shot at the one's pointing barrels at me. As compared to the shots fired by the slender girl, which was about as loud as an audible click, this one let out a loud bang. Purplish-Pink energy rays shot through the air akin to a laser, piercing through the offender's head.

They dropped down motionless, and I was left to discover the cause behind all of this.

My mind went back to the girl. She might be so beautiful, but did she set me up for something? I wasn't really sure, but I've gotta find out as soon as possible.