Gunshots.
Fighting.
There was blood, and Zera had stood and stared at the chaos happening before her for a few seconds. She knew it was nothing but a simulation. She was aware of it not being real.
It was nothing but an imitation of a scenario that would most likely not even happen in her reality.
Or maybe it was happening, but she was oblivious to it, sheltered by her father's protection.
"Z!" Beatrix jerked her back to the present. The latter was looking at her with concern.
Zera shook her head. She gripped the gun in her hand tightly, and with her mind going off somewhere, she approached the black BMW.
Upon opening the door, she saw the mafia boss, whom she had the chance to meet earlier. He barely resisted.
Across from him, another man in the same dress code as he was sitting. They were holding two cases in each of their laps.
