When the enemy makes a move, he was already calculated. But the pain is still real.
They did not come at night.
They came in the morning.
When everything seemed normal.
When the laughter of schoolchildren, the steps of passers -by, barking dogs were heard on the street.
When Yuzuki cooked tea, and I looked through the evidence again.
It was at that moment that an explosion rang out.
- What was it?! She shouted.
"Light street," I said quickly, pressing it to the floor. - Window, move away from the window!
The glass in the kitchen cracked.
For a second - a dull silence.
Then: sirens. People. panic.
"This is a warning," I said later, looking at the broken cup.
"This is an attack," Yuzuki answered. "They knew where we were."
I was silent.
At the place of the explosion, no one was detained. Cameras - disabled. witnesses - no. Standard stripping. Standard handwriting.
"They play with us." Like with mice.
"Or we are close to the truth," I added. "And they are trying to stop us."
A letter came in the afternoon.
Paper envelope. Without address, without a signature.
Inside - photo.
Yuzuki. I. Filmed from afar. Too close.
And the signature on the back: "It can be broken. You know that. "
I looked at it for a long time.
Then he just gave a photo of the yuzuki.
"We need to disappear," she said quietly.
- it's already late. We are in the game.
- Then we must hit the first.
- No. We must understand what they are afraid of.
In the evening I looked through everything that we had. Each thread, every clue.
Yuzuki sat nearby. Silent. I did not smile.
It was a new yuzuki. Real. Without the facade.
"They know that you are important to me," I said suddenly. - This is my weakness.
"Or strength," she whispered. "They don't know what you will go for for me."
I looked at her.
The first time is real.
"I already chose," I said. - We will start the war.